It's Wednesday night; I am sitting in a hotel room in Kentucky; I am only two hours from home; I'm in hell.

I will give details later but the short version is that H3's insane parents have both managed to be in the hospital at the same time. I almost ended up having to stay in their run-down Appalachian trailer for the next two days but I finally told H3 that I just could not survive it.

So now we are staying in a run-down hotel.

The worst part (and there is a lot to pick from) is that my family and friends are only two hours north and I will not have time to go see them. It's a good thing that Christmas is only a few weeks away.

The rest of the sick story will follow in a few days. For now I need to medicate myself so I can sleep.