That photo was actually taken in February during one of my recent stays at Dad’s house. He is 80, and he’s been having some health issues. I’ve been trying to help get him back on track, but it’s hard. He lives a three-hour drive away from us. I do what I can. My brother is trying to help, too, but he lives even further away. Eventually, we will have to come up with a long-term solution that fits everyone’s needs.
Work has been crazy-busy for the past month, too. I managed to keep things on track there somehow, even while working extra-remotely from Dad’s house, his hospital rooms, waiting areas, etc. Having empathetic colleagues and bosses helps tremendously. But it’s all been rather exhausting.
I’m determined not to work a ton of extra hours, as I’ve had to do in the past, but that means I cram a ton of stuff into my “normal” day. At day’s end, every day, I am mentally wiped out.
It’s been nuts. But it could always be worse. I am not complaining, really. I’m alive, relatively healthy, happy. I have a wonderful Hubby, great kids, grand kids, a broad range of friends, all of whom are also doing relatively well. And there’s fun ahead.
Right now, it’s cold. Winter is dragging on. I know there is light at the end of the tunnel, though, so I’ll keep plowing forward. That’s all any of us can do.