Yesterday was a marathon day, nonstop from 6:30am, when we got the news that Mr. Man’s dad had died, until about 11:30, when we went to bed. Cleaning and making arrangments and driving around to get food and find people and phone calls and such. I finally got a chance to talk to my parents for the first time since I found out that my dad has been fainting and they’ve had to adjust his meds. My dad is pretty miserable and my sister and I think he may need to go off the treatment meds and let the cancer take its course. We got a lot of extra innings. I know quality of life is his primary concern right now, so if he keeps having such awful side effects, I’m sure he’ll stop treatment.

Needless to say, I haven’t worked on anything more goal-related than “find .75 for pretzels from the vending machine” for the last week and a half. I’m taking tonight to get some stuff done in my life so I can be there for Mr. Man at the memorial tomorrow. I barely remember my apartment and how it felt to stay there overnight. I’m trying to get regular sleep and meals and I’m back at work today. Since I can’t be of immediate service to my parents from 3,000 miles away, it’s nice to be able to help his family.

I’m stretched a little thinner than I like but trying to keep it in balance.