So far, so meh. Talked with my mom yesterday and got an update about how my dad is doing in his nursing home. Apparently badly, as he's been banned from the dining room for spitting up food on his way out and refusing to use a napkin.
Sorta feels like the endgame. In lighter news, mom realized she'd sent half the expected amount to start the month, so I live to eat another day. It's so weird, being accustomed to having all manner of food in the pantry in a previous life, to realize that there really isn't anything left.
I turn 46 on Friday, but I have nothing to celebrate.