Ordering funeral flowers
Sad.
Ordering funeral flowers
Sad.
Today is day 365 of this year’s Photo a Day Challenge! I’m finished now, right?
Nope.
2024 is a leap year. One more day to go. Today’s photo will be labeled 365/365. Tomorrow’s will be labeled 366/365. It makes sense to me, but then again… I am a little warped, mentally speaking.
Huh… wordpress.com seems to have changed the way Flickr links embed in the editor and it’s not giving me the space to put a caption. That’s not any fun.
Anyway, I took this while driving home from a partially successful pre-work car music. I put vocals on four songs. I had seven songs ready to go, but I only got to four. At least it means I have some songs that are ready for guitar parts now. I’ll get to ’em. I promise.
The Emotional Support Cats are having an Emotional Support Nap Time. That’s okay with me.
The doctor said it could happen soon. Hours or days. He recommended calling in the troops.



The guitar was played this morning before work. Purely for mental health reasons.
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.
Emotional support Lily:
Emotional support Robin:
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.