Writing this retrospectively, on Wednesday, as currently sat around in the family home looking for distractions.
Monday started well enough; I was getting the hang of my lines for the show, starting to feel vaguely optimistic. Did a couple hours in the office...and then I had the call that I'd been dreading. Dad has taken a turn, the kind of turn that according to the nice nurse I spoke to meant that he had between 3 hours and 3 days to live.
Cancelled my tour, obviously. All of the promoters were so lovely about everything.
He survived the night; I'm camping out in the family home (on the most uncomfortable sofa you could possibly imagine) until further notice.
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