Oooh, I was so tired last night after a day of taking my Mom to a medical appointment 175 miles away from my parents home.
It's already the eve of another weekend, where does the time go some weeks?
I'm feeling pretty good this morning, adjusting still to being off the anxiety medication is going fine.
My Dad was doing well yesterday while Mom and I were gone all day, some friends dropped by to check on him and give company during the day. Last night he was actually speaking better than I have heard him in the past week, which brought my spirits up about his situation. Small things to be grateful for, right?