Day 494: Ritual

Day 494: Ritual

I went to a funeral today for someone who was quite an influential figure in my life, albeit in an indirect way. Don H. Clausen sold my parents their house, the one of everlasting remodel fame, and he was also a solid parental figure to both my parents. He passed away...
Day 142: There’s no place like bed

Day 142: There’s no place like bed

My bed is criminally comfortable, guys. Especially after having been gone for 10 days, away from its soft, big, plushy confines. It’s all I can do right now to help myself from just slipping into its warm promise of dreamland. The drive home today was dominated...
Day 140: Brushing makes me pee

Day 140: Brushing makes me pee

Yup. You heard it here first, folks. Brushing my teeth makes me pee. I don’t know how it started, what fleeting impulse took root in my brain, but I’ve sat down at the end of the night to pee with my Sonicare toothbrush buzzing away in my hand for long...
Day 138: Rubber Band Incident

Day 138: Rubber Band Incident

We snapped a rubber band tonight during the last drug/session. Perfect timing, right? At the very end of the day when I’m ready to go snuggle with my pillow. I had visions of heading into the hospital to meet with our poor doctor, getting back to the trailer for...
Day 137: Time Traveler

Day 137: Time Traveler

I can’t help but feel a bit like I’ve traveled into the future here, these past couple days taking care of my mom. She continues to do well, which is great. But she’s pretty helpless overall. Needs her food prepared, needs to be woken up to get up...