Ailz handed me a candy-striped pullover to put on this morning because she wants me to "be bright". Her father is coming home today (in his hospital bed) and we'll be going over to the bungalow shortly to move furniture and lend moral support. And, no, it's not particularly good news. He's as sick as he ever was- sicker than when he went in- and all he'll be receiving is palliative care (lovely, soothing euphemism). All this seemed horribly bleak at 2 o'clock in the morning, but I've had my breakfast and it's a new day and I'm ready for what it brings.