I'm sitting on a rollout bed next to shelves and holiday decorations in the basement of my Grandpa's house. I just ate another Hershey's Bar, and all the food is making me feel bad. My cousins are here from Sydney and my grandpa seems less lonely, but being in the house, sleeping in the bed where my grandma died two years ago must affect him. Just being here for a week is a strain, in that respect.
Minnesota is kind. All nineteen of us went to a Twins game on Friday. A family friend got an announcement on the scoreboard and it said welcome love Grandpa Bruce. Also, lakes are great.
Back on Prozac now.