A hospice team came by today. I thought it would be a friendly meet-and-greet. They started interrogating my S.O. about his religious practices and telling me they could help with funeral arrangements. I was furious at these strangers walking in and talking their death-talk and butting in about private stuff.

Today was the 5th lengthy meeting I've had with hospice people. What a racket. So much of my time taken up.

Caring for my S.O. is becoming exhausting. There's not enough hours in the day. I'm very sore from the amount of lifting I do.