It’s 9:25pm. Dad and I just had a nice dinner and a stop at TJ Maxx for a few items. We walked under the 59th Street Bridge and sang a little “Feeling Groovy” for cliche sake.
I broke down a bit at dinner – partly from pure exhaustion and partly from thinking about mom. Her doctor told her today she has 6 years of life left in her. On one hand, it’s a gift. And I hope she sticks around many more years beyond. I told her we have to plan a mother/daughter spa trip to Canyon Ranch.
Dad and I lean on each other. My brother is frustrated he’s not here. As soon as he gets back here, I’ll leave & be the frustrated one.
Waiting for my Tylenol PM to kick in.
