When I have time to focus, I'ld like to know how to blog. I like writing as an outlet. I believe I think clearer when I try to shape my thoughts into sentences. And things occur to me that otherwise wouldn't.

I have to get a bunch of housework done. My bf is telling me to get going. He thinks I create my own misery by wasting time vegetating and not just tackling things. There is truth in that . . . a lot of truth.

His cough sounds awful. I almost want to take him to the ER. But they're so sick of us coming there. The pressure to go the hospice route is strong when you have a loved one whose life is winding down. What's wrong is the dishonesty of how this is pushed. Doctors see themselves as stewards of society's resources, and they get to thinking it would be best all around to engage in benign neglect and facilitate passive euthanasia.