Today's weather was gorgeous again. Luckily hubby and I spent a nice amount of time on our deck. Our little oasis is lovelier than ever.

I called my father this afternoon. As I feared, it turned into a distressing contact. My father is clearly unwell, cognitively. If only things would ease up enough that we could finally get him to doctors without his ability to stay at the assisted living being threatened. I won't describe the interaction(s). Yes, plural. It's heart-breaking to see someone you love acting in frightening ways, especially when the fear is that it is a deteriorating issue. Likely not mental illness, or at least that is now not a main concern. I thought to contact my sister afterwards, but I don't have it in me today to do so. My dad and I do end our calls with "I love you!" It is true, was always true, and will always be true, but it starts to almost feel like the utterance is one made at a great distance, through a fog.