Ordering funeral flowers
Sad.
Ordering funeral flowers
Sad.
The doctor said it could happen soon. Hours or days. He recommended calling in the troops.



My father was moved to a hospice facility last night. It’s the same facility my mother went to in February 2023.
That’s not the cosmic coincidence the title of this post refers to.
He is in the same room. He’s in the same bed.
At first I was completely freaked out by this. Now, after stewing over it for about 12 hours or so, I’m beginning to see the romance behind it. He’s not aware of it, but if he were he’d probably be delighted by it. I’m going to try to choose to feel the same.
I’m still not sharing any details, but my father is moving from the hospital to a hospice tonight and it’s awful and heartbreaking.
I’m so sad but I’m trying to put on a brave face for everyone else. As things progress I’m not sure if I’ll be able to keep up the facade, as it were.
Visiting Dad again.

Things are starting to get really bad around here. I don’t think my Irish American stereotype heart is going to be able to bottle all this up for much longer.
Random stops along the way on this summery Sunday.
I replaced all of our smoke alarms. That pretty much guarantees the house will burn to the ground. I’m just that good at home improvement stuff.
Chef’s kiss, babie doll.
I didn’t think that failing at the Audible app was a thing. You know Audible, right? Basically it’s Amazon’s audiobook subscription service?.
I didn’t think there would be a way to straight up fail at using the app, but you know what? That audiobook that I just downloaded is most definitely in German, not English.
Fail, indeed.