Dad bought a new pair of shoes today. He didn’t know if he could justify spending $110 on a pair of shoes if he’s only going to live six months or a year. I said “It sucks that you have to think like that!” “I know!” he agreed. Tears began to leak out of my eyes. Were we really going there? Dad started talking about going to see RVs with Seniordoodle. We dramatically veered away from the realness of Dad’s impending death. Whew! The tears kept leaking. “My eyes are burning today!” I said, ever the loyal bullshitter. “My eyes were doing that earlier, too! We must have used up the drops we used to have in the car.” And back down the path we meandered to mundaneville. Ah, safe for now.