My poor dad. Living alone is not good for him. Unfortunately, he won't have it any other way. He had a headache, was cold and he was sitting and crying.
Luckily there was no traffic and I made it to his house in record time. I even found a parking spot right away.
He felt better when I arrived. He likes my company (probably the only one who does) and I even made him some matzoh ball soup.
I planned on doing school work this evening. That will have to wait. My dad will aways come first.