Not even 9:30am and already I am ready to go to bed.
From the smell of urine, to doggy poop, to everything including a whining wife, it’s a morning from Hell. Worse is, Mom is feeling the heat, though it really isn’t what you’d call a hot day. Sure the temps are up, but not like they are even in the 80’s.
She is moving slower these days, as the groin infection continues to wear at her. It is hard to know anymore, what is hurting, if anything, or if it is a perceived pain. Her faculties are a bit disjointed the last few days, or perhaps even longer.
Her focus is fine, memory of times past is still amazing at times, and yet, there are moments when it is like she doesn’t even know where she is at.
Ah Monday, just another day coping with it all.