Now I'm in the basement

I don't mind but the whole thing is sort of silly. Dad can't stand Mom's cpap and usually they sleep in separate bedrooms except when I'm home. they turned the third bedroom into a computer room so there's no place for guests other than the sleeper sofa in the basement.

I like being down there. It's cool. the only problem is I usually get up every 2 hours to pee and there's no bathroom down there. Sigh.

The silly part is of course Dad (who'll have to blame someone else now why he can't sleep, ie he snores/probably has sleep apnea). He put the memory foam pad on that 20 year old mattress for me. THe last time I slept down there a couple years back when I had my surgery, there was a screaming argument for me daring to ask for it.

today he's jury rigged that bed a) not waiting for me to help b) moaning about how much of a sacrifice it is to give up that foam.

Bet that's what gets blamed for him not sleeping.


We went to my brother's place. It was a nice night out and he has a nice gazebo on the back deck.

I also got more details in what was wrong with Blood Red Roulette plus more encouragement. That's hopeful.