|Price on the 13th of March, 2011. Looking pretty thin.|
Today, he stopped wanting to eat. But he has his own couch in the guest/comics room, with layers of afghans and a black woolen shawl, a heating pad, a selection of food, antibiotics and Dramamine.
We should all have it so good when we're approaching the end.
I'm not saying he is -- we're not giving up -- but we're done dragging him around on the highways on cold rainy days to get to doctors. He's home.
If the Ring of Fire is unzipping anyway, it's as good a time for us as any. We wouldn't even have time to run out the back door and up the hill.