Granny died yesterday. I visited her on Monday after work, but she was asleep. Apparently she had been sleeping for the past 20 hours. She stopped eating full meals a couple months ago, which was probably the beginning of the end. I've had cats and a dog who did the same thing, and I can't help but wonder if that's simply a biological sign that one's gonna die. Whatever the case, she was 92 and had been deteriorating with dementia and arthritis for 14 years. She's with God now.
I took today off, but given the nature of how my job handles vacation days, I lost one against my will, so I'm equal parts morose and frustrated. It's an open secret that the CEO wants to cut down the entire workforce to ten guys, so at this point I'm just waiting to get laid off so I can collect unemployment for a couple weeks and just move on to the next place.