Today is my father's 78th birthday. Because of the pandemic, we can't exactly visit him at his assisted living facility, as we would like. I called the facility activities director the other day to make sure they knew it was his birthday, so that they would do something to acknowledge it. Residents are confined to their rooms, mostly, so it's not like they could have a party in the dining area. She said they would bring a cake to his room and sing happy birthday. She said I could also come to the facility and they would let him stand in their lobby (with a mask on) and I could stand outside the building doors and wave to him. Sounds pretty sad, but I decided I would do that. My sister is meeting me there at 10:30 am today. I think I'll make a sign reading "Happy Birthday". I will even leave a card (and some small gift) outside the facility door. They will then wipe it down and give it to my dad after we leave. What an odd current reality!

I went to bed early last night. I had taken an Ativan in the afternoon, which (with my evening meds) really knocked me down. My energy is already ramping up again this morning. If this continues, I may need to take more morning Seroquel XR again.