Spending lots of time phoning and contacting various services regarding Dads move. I feel not too bad about it now, I’m afraid the chickens are going to come home to roost soon though and whatever stress is lingering out there will alight.
In some ways I find the process of getting him moved interesting and challenging, something to be overcome and whipped into shape. I have a number of helpers and I’ve found (fairly recently) that people are more than willing to help if you ask. I have tried to avail them of that assistance as needed, and it is a weight off my shoulders when it happens. Trying to accomplish all of this within the week we’ve had will be a feat for sure, doing it alone overwhelming.
I slept pretty well last night waking only once around 2 am. Not sure if something woke me or it was some internal switch that came on saying “hey, what’s up?” It could have just been Mo coming to bed. I fell prompty back to sleep though and woke again when the alarm went off at 5.
I do wish I felt energized like I did a few months ago. I did have the desire and energy to do small projects after getting home from work, something I had not had for some time, and haven’t had much of lately to speak of either. Perhaps it’s just that I need to buckle down and do it, could it only be that simple?
I don’t recall if I mentioned this but my daughter Ay has formally announced she is pregnant, it will be 15 weeks this Friday if I count correctly. I’m gunna be a grandpa. I guess technically I am already as my other daughter Tr has children but we don’t know them and I’m not sure if they consider us family still or not. Another saga for another day.