Well today wasn't as pleasing as I wanted it to be. Our coffee pot wouldn't come on, an ominous start. There was work, and I did finish some things that I've been putting off for awhile but I remain vastly unmotivated about my real job, though history shows this is the proper ebb to my flow this time of year.
Dad report: caught Dad after he came back from a walk down the hall. His aide does this occasionally though less frequently than he would like. I'm sure my father expects or certainly hopes to be up walking again - he said today "well, walking was my favorite mode of locomotion before my hospitalization." And it was, it was back when he was healthy in mind and body; and then even after his mind started going. Then, after his ordeal in Hawaii 6 -7 years ago, he had to learn how to walk all over again; and eventually got to where he was able to walk good distances. Then with each illness, less and less --either from confusion or physical weakness or both. He reports, he can walk, he just gets so tired so quickly.
Perhaps if he walked everyday, he might get to where he could get around better; but the staff undoubtedly are stretched thin. Or uninterested to invest in this confused Poppa of mine.
I worked out a bit myself today. Now lazy on the floor, knowing the soreness will come tomorrow or Wednesday.
Rest of the cards arrived. My imperfections glaringly apparent. Poo.
Tomorrow tomorrow a new fresh day
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