Thank you so much for checking in with me and your continued and generous support. I am, in a word, tired. I am many other things too. But the tiredness is pervasive. The tiredness is threatening to consume me. Some days, the tiredness thwarts my progress and messes with my mind.
Thwart progressing and mind messing are not options for there is a shit-load of stuff to get done.
The business of taking care of my mother's business is, in a word . . .
don't even have a word. From clearing out the apartment, to purging papers, sorting memorabilia, making (and receiving) calls, writing notes, filling out forms, and . . . remembering, re-living those< moments.
If there is a word that describes the last three weeks it is . . .
These last three weeks and all that they have entailed have felt out-of-body-ish, just not right, not me, not what I should be doing or what is supposed to be happening.
But it is real. It is happening and it all is so very. . .
Still, in the face of all that feels surreal, that is which is making me oh, so very tired, I am putting one foot in front of the other, doing the hokey-pokey and turning myself around.
'Cause that's what it is all about.
Or am I mistaken?