Without having much time for anything yesterday, I managed to sneak in two mixes. That’s it, but pretty good under the circumstances.
34 songs down, 16 to go. The 50 songs in 90 days challenge is 68% complete.
Without having much time for anything yesterday, I managed to sneak in two mixes. That’s it, but pretty good under the circumstances.
34 songs down, 16 to go. The 50 songs in 90 days challenge is 68% complete.
I’ve been at the hospice facility for almost six hours now. My father has been asleep almost the entire time. His breathing is a little shallow and every now and then it sounds a little labored but for the most part he is consistent.
I don’t know what any of that means. I don’t know how long this is going to go on. I do know that they are telling us he will not be getting better and will only get worse.
I also know that my heart is breaking and that it’s only been a year and a half since we went through something very similar with my mother and I haven’t quite gotten over that experience yet and now here we are in the exact same room doing it all again.
I just don’t want him to be in pain. I don’t want him to suffer. I also don’t want him to go. I guess I am just a selfish son. Something along those lines at least.
I do have to work the next three days, though I should be able to swing a half day the day after tomorrow. My visit times will be limited until the weekend.
All in all I would much rather be visiting him at his apartment and watching a few innings worth of a Red Sox game. I would much rather that.
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 spent the bulk of day 54 (yesterday) in the hospital with my father and still managed to make a little progress. I mixed two songs. Look at me being all productive and shit. No idea what day 55 (today) will bring.
32 songs finished. The challenge is 64% complete.
Emotional support Lily:
Emotional support Robin:
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.
I took my laptop to the hospital today. My father is asleep so I took it out of the bag thinking I could watch the season three finale of The Umbrella Academy. I connected to the guest wifi and…
All of my streaming services are blocked by the firewall. I have an account with a free VPN service, but that appears to be blocked too. I cannot connect to it.
YouTube works though.
Visiting Dad again.
I mixed one song. That’s all. 30 songs down, 20 to go. The 50 songs in 90 days challenge is 60% complete.
If I take the songs written during this project and pick a handful that are not terrible and edit them and update them and rewrite what needs to be rewritten and then re-record them all so that they sound better than they do now, the song I mixed last night would not only make the cut but it would likely be the first song on the album. It is far from perfect, but I like it.

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.