Arrived

I’ve arrived at my Dad’s.  He’s not as bad as I had feared, but that’s a relative term.  He really shouldn’t be living alone.  His place is a mess.  He’s also confused.  It’s almost going to be harder to take action because he’s not as bad as it’s probably going to take to get social services or his doctor to act. My brother Kevin is coming on Sunday. It’s going to good to have him here.