The Best Kind of Angel.

I've been so busy, I haven't had a lot of time to just sit down and write a traditional post for a long while.
Hopefully I'll fix that right about now:

My grandmother's dying. The cool, spiritualist one. I'd like to say she'll be okay, or she's got a fighting chance, but it's gotten to the point where she's about vegetative. I told her I loved her and that I'm praying for her, but she could only groan in reply. And after a bit, she couldn't groan either. She's entered renal failure, which is pretty disastrous, and complications with her heart are making dialysis unsuccessful.

I prayed that she goes peacefully, and without any struggle. I know that sounds messed up,

but she's got this colossal octopus of I.V. in her that keep her alive, but only in the physical sense.

It's just no way to live.

My mother left to be with her. I've been teaching Children's Fitness at the church alone, as such. It hasn't been an utter calamity - I've found one game they're particularly fond of. When I was a little boy in grade-school, I thankfully had one of the more fun and innovative Gymteachers in the form of a man who's name I cannot remember but who looked suspiciously like Jason Bourne. It was a bit of a joke that when he took his glasses off, he turned into Jason Bourne, and then when he got Lasik Surgery, that he were Jason Bourne. All the same, I've been bumming games he'd used oh so long ago. One that they really liked was the Hula-Hoop Relay. Basically, in two teams, one person goes down with a hula-hoop. And when they get back, a team-mate grabs onto it too, and they go down and back.

The idea is for them to get their entire team clowncar'd on a hula-hoop, down and back, before the other team does the same. Kids? In a crowd? Competitively? They ate it up, and they were requesting encores.

Made me feel good. I was worried about doing it alone, but I figured if I'm going to assume a leadership position in Boot-Camp trying to get an advanced paygrade, I'm going to have to do a lot of crap alone, so I might as well not back-out and just teach classes like a champ.

 Oh god. I just got a call from filling out offers for Leigh. They sincerely just called and requested "Science-sempai" for a promotional offer. That's hilarious. Good lord.

Speaking of Leigh and science, here's a doodle. It's Swing. In her monstrous demonic hate-beast form.
She'd told me about a particularly grim roleplay she'd done where she'd visited a child in Church and proceeded to devour them after Big Bad Wolf'ing it a bit:

"Are you an angel, miss?"

"The best kind."

My first time drawing anything particularly "Furry" in nature. I'm kind of trying to branch out as of late. Leigh's been drawing a whole lot and I'm struggling to keep-up so I don't fall into awesomedebt.

Today's off to a good start. However, I've got a bit of a to-do list. I'm helping with some Airport Arrangements, and transferring one of Emily's perscriptions. I was supposed to speak with my Recruiting Officer, but I knocked that out pretty early and things are going swell. Moving right on down the line I've just got to go to the Gym.

Also, yesterday was Pyon's birthday. Hospital-Pyon. Crude In-Game Name Pyon. 

COOL PYON.

(You know the one.)

He's officially twenty-one, which means he can now die in wars, buy lottery tickets, smoke, AND drink!

I drew him a big wedge of cake on a postcard and mailed it to him.

Usually, I'd mail cookies but I'm a little bit tied up as of late financially.

Anyways. I'm going to go work out now.

Thank you for reading.