The last few days have been a whirlwind.

In short, very overwhelming. I really just haven't had the energy to post about it. And still not. Unfortunately. 'Cause I've really got a lot to say.

I saw Mom Mom on Thursday. She was so much better than I expected/pretended to expect ('cause I didn't know how to expect anything!) Matt and I were actually there for about five hours. Longer than I think Matt expected. I, once again, didn't know how to expect anything. Partially because, well, Matt was the driver.

Pop Pop is sick. I'm still getting used to the regular cold/sick-type thing actually being very serious for older people. And I'm still getting used to Mom Mom and Pop Pop being older people. A consolation, though small, is that I think they've come to realize it. It's not a shock for them. Pop Pop and Mom Mom almost seem resigned--not "giving up," mind you, but resigned--to the fact that they will get older and sometimes get sick.

My father hasn't gone to see them. I'm letting that just speak for itself. It's insufficient for me to just shake my head, with my going skyward... It's appalling. I just haven't figured how to appropriately react to that.

Errrrrm... After that, there was snow. Angry snow. It stopped Rocky from going forth, which was frustrating, and was the basis of an argument-through-cellphone with Matt, which was far more frustrating.

Between that, though, was the Wicked Winter Renn Faire. It went. It wasn't very organized, as no one seemed to really know what everyone else was doing, but it went. Michael, Christian, and Genevieve performed The Complete Works of William Shakespeare (Abridged) (as in the Reduced Shakespeare Company's signature show) and it went off beautifully. Accolades to them, Johanna, and Danielle for making that happen.

Grey's Anatomy broke my heart. Desperate Housewives was awesome, too.

Well, this whole thing has been awfully disjointed. Good enough.