The Burrow

There are times when I feel like a hero, able to leap tall buildings in a single bound. Today, I'm looking askance at curbstones. I'll be back tomorrow, with thoughts. I'm not in a position to have many of those right now. 

And that sports post is still awaiting ... lurking... hiding in the shadows of my draft  folder and seemingly unable to escape.  There's another game tonight and another game tomorrow night (basketball then hockey... yes, hockey) so it will still be relevant if I ever finish writing it. But it's hard to focus on The Burrow when I'm just feeling sad and overwhelmed and angry at the world. FFOTUS doesn't think Stephen A Smith has the brainpower to be President.   Rolling Stone  attibutes this to racism.  I think it's a doddering old man's go to response when he has no idea what he's talking about.  Whether the Orange Menace's presence at the 3rd game of the NBA Finals caused the Knicks to lose is debatable.  The fact that he fell asleep during the game is just unacceptable. TBG's medical regime creates unbelievable tiredness and dizziness. This gets in the way of most everything he (or I or we) want to do.  Part of the reason my posting ha...

Looking back to the very beginning, in April, 2009, I made a promise to post every week day.  Almost all of the 4,463 of them since then have kept to that standard. Age and caregiving have caught up with me.  I've been sloppy lately.  The Little Cheese has stopped emailing that my screed hasn't posted today; she understands all too well how hard it is now to fit everything into a day that used to have large gaps of empty spaces. I'm not berating myself.  What has to be done has to be done and it's really not that difficult at all.  It's the always  piece that's tearing at the edges of my life.  I'm lucky to be taking care of a person I love.  We have the resources, financial and familial, to withstand everything they've thrown at us so far.  I have the brains and the bandwidth to coordinate the pills and appointments and protein intake and all the rest of it. I stop every day and wonder what those without are doing right now.  It didn't ...