My dad is driving me crazy.

You’re probably thinking, “What’s a grown man doing living with his father?” and I’d have to say, “It’s an Asian thing.” He’s making a mess as only a 90-year-old man can, and complaining about the food I get him. He’s been passive-aggressive his whole life, so he won’t tell you what he wants to eat, but he will complain about what you get him. It’s easiest just to take him to places he doesn’t complain about, and that’s really only three or four places. Usually I can leave most of this to my mom, but she’s in Japan right now. I’d ask my sister for backup, but she’s in Japan right now.

Oh, and he tried to lock me out of the house tonight when I was out trying to unblock the gutters. It’s been raining hard enough to flood the creeks here and, of course, I only decided to fix the gutter situation after 9PM. Imagine being soaked in the dark after having buckets of water poured down your sleeve, only to hear the door slam and lock as you’re trying to get inside. Perhaps if I get more sleep.