Woke up early. 5:15 (((am)))
My mother is dying up in Santa Rosa. 91 years old. She's in hospice. EOL ain't pretty. Reminds me to enjoy life by the ounce. At least she gets to die in her house. We don't know when. Days. Weeks. Deathwatch by any other name.
I got out for my 60 minute run with Tom. Cold College but warmed up later on in the bright sun. Ended up alone at breakfast. Tom got a call from his wife, right after we ordered, that Ratman had showed up unannounced. Tom had to go so I was left alone with my pancakes.