I was elated when I emerged from a nearby bookstore last night. I picked up a copy of Writing New York for half price!
On the other hand, I had the most difficult conversation of my life with dad. Knowing that I would eventually have to discuss with him his pending departure, I made my way home in fear the oncoming conversation. It took a great deal of strength just for me to power up the PC and dial dad on Skype. While he was happy to see me on video conference, I sensed that dad hadn't the stomach to discuss his final options. My attempts to engage him on the matter resulted in failure.
The conversation everybody knows we must have remains unsaid.