Here's Johnny

Long drive in bad traffic to see my dad. One of my new years resolutions has to be to find a new vein of empathy/ sympathy. My mine of both seems to have hit empty.

He does have a habit of standing forlornly by his door when you leave to add to the guilt. I always get the urge to ride up and down the corridors on a three wheel trike a la The Shining.

Ah well, to add to the general cheerfulness, tomorrow is a funeral for us so a beer beckons methinks.

btw, his names not Johnny