Lullabye

I will die tonight
A little death can't hurt much
A lump you say, Mom

So I may need to give my parents some money so Mom can have surgery to remove a growth in her throat.  And Dad may need to cut a bad part of his intestine next month.  Looks like traveling plans will have to change.

It's ok though – I feel oddly calm, like floating in the ocean, waiting to be lulled down by the sighing dark.