I didn't know who won the S B until 60 minutes ago. Don't judge me.

My father-in-law came into my office this morning as I was entering business bullshit into the computer. He had that scrappy blue blanket draped over his head again. If the lights were dim I would swear I was being visited by the blessed virgin Mary. I asked him what he needed. He wanted me to check on the computer to find out how much longer he had to live. He was serious. "I wanna know. I wanna date." I was tempted to feverishly hit a bunch of random keys while staring intently at the screen, like they do in the movies when they're hacking into some sophisticated software in order to save the world, then triumphantly announce "Got it! February 29th!"

My therapist said I'm treading water. It feels more like quicksand.