Things have been much better since Josh visited last weekend. Or maybe I should say that I feel like I have a better handle on things. We talked a lot. He took me out to eat and I actually ate - and my appetite has come back since he was here.

He's back in Nashville now, but at least he knows everything now. I can call him up if I'm having a bad day. I have the support that I needed to help me get through this.

My father's condition is worsening. He's in pain and he refuses to take his pain meds. He thinks that it will just prolong the inevitable. We've tried talking to him. The nurse told him that he needs to pass peacefully and not in agony. He just won't listen.

My mom called last night to find out what I was doing with my dad's Mercedes. I told her I've been driving it - I mean, I need a way to get around down here. Then she asked what my long-term plans for the car are. I don't know! I haven't been real worried about the damn car of all things. Until she called last night, I haven't thought of it as anything more than a mode of transportation. Now I see that it's a status symbol that she wants to get her hands on. I'm so annoyed. She should be asking how I am or how my father is! Not about the damn car! When did she become this thoughtless person? I feel like I don't even know her anymore. It's so disappointing.

Natalie is flying down here tonight and coming over as soon as she gets in. I'm looking forward to seeing her. It helps to have friends around.