Let's try this avatar of my dad. A little more recent.

And nope, no longer quiet. Already have had to mediate a Minecraft-related dispute.

One piece of graffiti I can get behind. Image [photos.app.net]

Both children are finally awake. But that means the quiet part of the morning is over.

Weird having my dad state back at me on my timeline, but that's what I get for using an old picture of him as an avatar.

Migraine remnant. Last night was pretty rough too. First time in ages.

I guess what I'm saying is if your father isn't in your life and he's still alive: repair that bridge before it's too late.

Unfortunately by the time I peeled back enough of my own internal bullshit, my dad's health was failing as he was succumbing to cancer, being a life-long smoker. I did get to see him one last time before he died but he was not who he once was.