So it is almost 10:30 PM. I am tired. I feel as if I need to say something.
The hearing aids are easily becoming an unnoticeable, though necessary addition to my life.
There is drama around my son’s injury.He doesn’t believe he had a seizure, merely a fainting event due to exertion at the high altitude of Denver. His wife insists he did have a seizure and is adamant about him not driving for six months, as the law stipulates.
She has now moved out their home. It’s a mess.
I went swimming tonight. Thank Heaven.
I’m tired. I need to sleep,