(morning writing)

Weekend with weather that supported getting yard work done. Back to wet.

Dad's sweetie in in the hospital with an active case of ... tuberculosis. Reading how that bacterial infection behaves -- it can be latent for decades -- activating when your immune system finally can't hold it off any more -- makes me so thankful for modern medicine, so angry at the  forces that  have rebelled against caring for the community of all of us because "i don wanna". There are lots of things modern medicine cannot do, and there are Issues, but still.

Anyhow, i am clear that if the state health system doesn't, i'll nag dad to get a TB test in eight to ten weeks. I am intellectually aware that it will be fine to be in a car and hotel room with him next week to go to DC and "inurn" Mom in Arlington National Cemetery. (Other things, like his persistent procrastination and his desire to bail from seeing the family who are gathering for the event, make me irritated, but i also assume it's both grief and  the edge of recognizing his own mortality.)

UPDATE - It's a precaution

Dad's sweetie is in isolation just in case she has tuberculosis.

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