I’m not sleeping well and it’s catching up with me. I also can’t shake this respiratory illness I brought home from Florida (it’s been 9 days). I agreed to take a COVID test today and call the doctor about the congestion in my head and lungs. Mom tearfully told me she couldn’t handle losing 2 children. I felt bad. It’s not like I brought this on myself or asked for it.

Grieving is a tough gig. I made it to 4:00 yesterday before I couldn’t take anymore and wanted to curl up in a little ball. Progress I think. One day at a time. One minute at a time some days.

Today we’re taking mom to the movies and eating out. I think I may try to go float. I’m really not feeling well in a lot of ways. The Zoloft has unpleasant side effects but it is working to help take the edge of.

The street that connects our neighborhood to the main thoroughfare is closed today from 8-4 for paving. What a pain. Instead of 1 mile to get to the CVS for the COVID test, I’ll have to drive 5 miles the back way through a maze of roads.

I hope everybody has a peaceful day. Hugs to all.