I look back at that last post from January 5th-- in it, I said that elders in my life were needing some help--
and a few days later, one of them had a stroke.
I have been juggling two or three or four lives ever since. The elder, here, is not a family member, so it is not rip-your-heart-out sadness I feel for him, but he has long been a friend. And he had recently asked me to be responsible for him "if anything ever happened"-- formally, in documents. So I work through the regular-strength sadness to keep his affairs in order and talk to his medical team.
So---pshewww---that's what I am doing lately. That and tax prep at my usual wintertime job. Not too many hours yet, there. And uh-oh, someone has forced me to sign up at Facebook. I've only peeked, really!
The pleasure of this week is that since DH had a minor knee surgery, I am also back to being chief animal feeder and tender, so I do get to scratch a few sheep chins and monitor mama hen's progress on a clutch of chicken eggs. It's a soothing balm for the sore work I am doing for my old friend, Paul.