Deep Sigh

 Today was one of the I-have-no-energy-and-I-have-no-idea-what-I-am-doing days. For example, I remember putting my brown gloves somewhere but I have no idea where they are. Tomorrow is Sunday and Fred has no physical therapy. I am going to see him around 10:30 am. I will stay until 1 pm and then I AM GOING TO GET A MUCH-NEEDED MASSAGE! I have canceled all my massage appointments since Fred went to the hospital and I am thrilled to be able to make this one.

The people at the rehab place need to get their ducks in a row. On Monday I have to be at the rehab place by 9:30 to go with Fred to the hospital for his appointment with the urologist. I am fairly sure all this has been sorted out. However, we were supposed to have a meeting with Fred’s caseworker on Tuesday. Apparently someone called Fred’s daughter to be sure she was coming and she said Tuesday was not possible for her. So, the meeting was changed to Wednesday which would also have been fine with me except that no one called me to let me know! This may well have been the same person who called me last week convinced that *I* was Fred’s daughter! It will all get sorted out eventually but until it is, stress!

"We are taught you must blame your father, your sisters, your brothers, the school, the teachers – but never blame yourself. It’s never your fault. But it’s always your fault, because if you wanted to change you’re the one who has got to change." — Katherine Hepburn

You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes.

You can steer yourself in any direction you choose.

You’re on your own. And you know what you know.

You are the guy who’ll decide where to go. ~ Dr. Seuss