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2002.02.14: genetic compulsion

I'm actually not close to my grandmother at all. I've only seen her twice in the past decade. We don't speak the same language. She has Alzheimer's and doesn't recognize me at all. And yet I have a powerful compulsion to go visit her *right now*.

I don't understand it. Maybe it is some latent filial piety, genetically encoded, finally finding expression. Maybe it is some heterofore untapped resevoir of compassion for those in crisis.

I simply know that I am restless. For two days now, my mind has been on a flight to SF while my body fidgets here.

Were it not for my aunt's urging me to wait, I'd be there already. So I wait...obediently...waiting...