Get up, get showered. Pet the cat. Head to the dealership for an oil change. This is where my plan deviated. I was suppose to get a quick oil change and then be on the road. Instead it went something like this:
Drop off truck for oil change. Go get breakfast while oil is being changed. Get back to dealership. Super nice lady, "Your water pump is broken, you need a new belt, all the coolant leaked out of the the truck, you need a coolant flush and your need a new temp gage." Me, "Can you do it today." Lady, "Maybe, let me see..." Me, "I need it done now, my mother is dying I have to go, please, please, please." Lady, "As long as the parts are in stock, then we will get it done." Me, "Thank you, thank you, thank you." The parts were in stock. They got it done by 4:15pm. I was on the road by 5.
I drove to my cousin Zack's house in Modesto and stayed the night there. He greeted me at 10 p.m. with a UFC fight and a beer. The fight was actually good. Keith Jardine won. I kind of like him. He has a weird fighting style. The best part of staying the night at Zack's was the kitten. Bill the kitten is a pure bred Scottish 3 month only bundle of pure love and cuteness. I want to keep Bill. He slept with me all night on the couch.
The next morning I got up around 7 a.m. and was on the road by 8:30 a.m. First stop Fuck Bucks for my latte and muffin. I took highway 99 up to the 20 then cut through Lake County to get back to the 101. I stopped in Willits for a lovely bean burrito from Taco Hell and managed to get into Arcata by 2:30 p.m.
My mother had changed so much in the two weeks that I was gone. I was very overwhelmed. Her arms are super swollen and she has that starvation look. They've upped her paid meds and put her on some sort of steroids (not sure why right now); in general she's a little out of it.