Y'know, I could tell you about all the stuff I did today, but most of it is no different from the stuff I've been doing the rest of this week. I can tell you what I didn't do. Laundry. Pay bills. Read the newspapers.
Why does that matter? Well, I'm running out of clothes to wear, the lights could be turned off if I don't write a check to PG&E (or possibly even if I do), and I have no idea what's going on in the world, or even if the world is still out there.
Here are a few things I do know: Mom slept well last night, without drugs. She's doing better every day at keeping her head down. And without being able to read or watch TV or look anyone in the eye, she's getting bored out of her mind.
So the family descended on her tonight to keep her company. Suzanne brought the meal, and John, David and I watched the XFL game on her new TV set with her. (That might not have been her first choice if she were alone, but I think we entertained her with our comments.)
But we wore her out and left her to go to bed about 8:30. That would have left a lot of Saturday night for most people, wouldn't it? Not me, though. I'm pretty beat myself, as you can probably tell by this rambling.
I expect the next week to be a little smoother sailing. We're getting into a kind of routine now with getting Mom through the recovery from her surgery. She's able to do more on her own, and she'll be getting visits from some of her friends. Nothing will beat being able to lift her head again in another week and a half.
And then some time after that, in a week or a month, she should be able to see again, better than she has in years. That will make all this worthwhile.