relax isn’t the word exactly.
long enough for my legs
long enough to stretch them
between here and there
woken with the sound of rain. for some reason a dream about Kevin Bacon, or maybe his daughter (once I thought I saw her at a food truck)
adding some hours to the caregivers’ time this afternoon, pulling at some time not at mom’s.
as wifeoftj once said, she’s not a burden, she’s my mother.
but our lives are out of balance. out of whack
the week unfolds like Thornton Wilder’s Emily’s silk off a spool.
this has been all the themes
people are busy here trying to understand what to do