Tired of the rain

In Seattle the past few weeks (a lot of weeks, actually), it's been gorgeously sunny, albeit cold. Yet every time I come down to San Diego, it's rainy and cloudy. I am tired of this. Mudslides are everywhere, and I have to drive up to Los Angeles on Thursday by myself (booooring drive) to hopefully hook up with my Escapade traveling companion, and just keeping my fingers crossed there will be no more floods and slides. One of the roads near Sis_r's house is closed from a slide right now.

So, I hate to fly, yadda yadda, but all this flying lately has given me a cold, which means I will have to mask and glove up to go visit Sis tonight at the hospital. I was doing well with the cold yesterday until we had a three freaking hour delay on the plane. After a near riot, they finally decided to scramble a plane for us (they would only tell us, each update, that another update was coming), but then these nitwits had wandered off, so even when we were all boarded and ready to go, they had to find about six stray passengers. I think everyone wanted to kill those idiots when they finally got on the plane. Got in at midnight, had to be up in the wee hours to configure Sis's computer so I could work remotely today. By the time I got here I was a raggedy mess and any progress at killing the cold was nullified.

They have put her on a soft foods diet now, which is a huge, huge step forward, and are talking about possibly sending her home tomorrow, but more likely Thursday, which is of course when I will be gone to LA, early in the morn. I'm bummed about this but with the cold, even on the tail end and a light one, it's better not for me to risk her health by being around if they do send her home tomorrow. I'm going to wash everything I've touched before she comes home, and wipe everything with an antibacterial wipe. But I still live in fear of hurting her in some way. Then there will be decisions on second tier chemo drugs, etc. They are doubtful, because of course, the first tier death drugs didn't work, so it's unlikely that the second tier drugs will, but if they shrink the tumors it might mean she can exist for a while in relative peace. Who knows. She is very brave and accepting, and trying to decide if she is just postponing the inevitable, but I know this weighs heavily on her. She had a will made up and asked me and Dad to go over it when we were here last week, and the sad part about me missing her this time is that we haven't had a chance to really sit down and talk about the gruesome details.

Her kitties are getting lots of loving, though. They've been so lonesome. I consider this basically a very, very expensive cat-sitting trip. I hope I don't get lost up at LAX -- I know my way around the airport area, but the exits always fuck me up royally and I am scared I will get all mixed up and end up in like Compton or something. The keeper of the LA map is the person I'm meeting. ;-) I have mixed feelings about the con. I don't feel very connish right now, obviously, and all the griping and sniping and usual fannish shit I could not possibly care less about right now. So I'm worried I will lose my infamous black Celtic temper and go medieval on someone's ass if they start on in stuff. It turns out that many of the people I wanted to see most aren't coming, and I have no idea whether the other people I do want to see will want to hang out with a morose, sad, struggling to stay sane person who just can't seem to get it together right now. But I want to see people, and hope that maybe at least there's a House o' Meat nearby and that the sun will shine for at least a day, dammit, because it's just wrong when Seattle is sunny all the time, and SoCal is rainy.