Every two weeks I host a night of board gaming. And the first of these each month is a potluck. Today (well, yesterday, by now) was that day. I made chicken pot pie (technically, I made it months ago, and stored it in the freezer until now), and the guests brought sloppy joes, pies, muffins, and a few other things. I played a game new to me, On Mars, a very complicated game that I lost not as badly as I thought I would. Not a bad night, for the most part.

Except, five minutes before people started arriving, I got a phone call from my dad. My mother had discovered a lump near her jaw last week. And after a biopsy, it was confirmed to be cancer. Given the location of the lump, probably thyroid. We don't know how advanced it is, how widespread it is, or pretty much anything else, other than that it's cancer and it's in my mom.

I didn't really have a chance to think about it much before Game Night got going. And even less while I was playing. Since it ended, though, it's kinda been a growing weight. I said to my roommate that I felt I ought to feel worse about it than I do. Well, I'm starting to feel worse about it. Been kind of distracted and scatterbrained for the last 6 or 7 hours. Kinda curious how I'll feel once I wake up tomorrow. Right now I just feel kinda... numb.

Nothing like a big ol' dose of mortality to flavor your day, huh?