it's funny how quiet it gets

I was going to write a long diatribe about my new roommate, who won't leave me alone, who won't let me have my much-needed quiet time, who follows me around like a talking puppy dog whenever I'm home.

And then I found out that my Uncle Calvin is dying and has been moved into a hospice room.

Suddenly an annoying roommate seems unbelievably unimportant.