Morning.
Yesterday, my BIL called at midnight to tell me his microwave was broken and I needed to get him a new one. He also called at 7 am to remind me. When I met up with him I told that doing that was "not cool". I made it 100% clear that phoning me at those times are reserved for when you're in an accident or in the hospital.
The situation is improving with my BIL. Not for him. He's totally fucked but improving for me. My wife (and his sister) is taking him for a bone scan (for cancer) today which gives me a day at my computer. Thursday and Friday a public health nurse is checking in on him (and will do so up to 3 times a week). Plus, we're confirmed for a PSW twice a week so my life will get back to something resembling normal.
The Best Man in the wedding party had his tumour removed on Sunday. They couldn't get all of it so a future biopsy will the doctors the next course of action.
Going to see the Jays tonight. It's Loonie Hot Dog at the
park. Hopefully, my presence at the park can help turn the teams fading season around.
Have a good one!
