I find that as the time to leave for my trip approaches, I'm being more and more affected by the thought of my Dad's decline. It's been bothering me a lot more today as I arranged a car rental. While I was waiting in line today to buy some spinach, tears just started falling down my face. No one commented; I think they really were lost in their own worlds rather than trying not to comment about my public expression of sorrow. Tonight, I needed more sleep just because I was having difficulty being both tired and coping with this issue. I'll get by but I might be a bit sad doing it.