And... here we go again.

It's easy to assume that when I have big gaps of time between blog posts, the shit is hitting the fan.

You'd be right if you were thinking that as of late.

I will be in Texas tomorrow. Texas. Again. Ugh.

My mother was just diagnosed with ovarian cancer. I don't know the stage or any of that just yet. She'll have her first chemo treatment on Monday.

I'll be in Texas for x amount of time. I'm staying until I'm no longer needed. Amos and I will fly down tomorrow, and Phil will drive down with the cat (the cat won't be driving) sometime next week. The Porters are going to live, for a spell, in Texas once again.

Internet will be spotty, but I'm sure I'll want to update here and there.

Today is my birthday. I'm not celebrating in any shape or form, although I did pick up necessary shirts and a pair of shoes for the trip since I've been shrinking and shrinking (here's an update on the ol' Imaginary Shrinky). We also grabbed an Ergo baby carrier for toting that wee man around. The ripe ol' age of 35 just doesn't scream, "PARTY!!" to me.

Luckily, I still have my old clothes. Going through them today was like shopping for a whole new wardrobe. My tits look fantastic in my old bras and shirts. I suppose I could celebrate that.

So, here I come, Texas. Open up and say, "Ah."