Like my dad is nearing the end. Hospice has been out a couple times to assess dad and kind of gauge what is appropriate to keep him comfortable with his physical needs met. He’s becoming more confused all the time and short of breath. I’m blessed to be able to share this time with him.
I got exactly one round done on the slippery socks. That was something anyway.
Life beats down and crushes the soul, but art reminds you that you have one. Stella Adler (1901-1992)
This got typed lsat weekend and apparently I forgot to publish it. So, better late than never.