I just haven’t. I’ve been marginally busy but mostly I just haven’t had anything worthwhile to say. I’ve been going to the gym. I even have had my bike out. Food has been ok - minor slip-ups followed by unconscious good days, where no effort is required to do the right things. So I dunno why I’m not writing.

I guess I’m still missing the old journals - but there is no point in that so I should pull up my panties and move on.

We had Easter dinner with the whole family at the hospital yesterday. My sister wasn’t allowed to leave - even by Wheeltrans - so we brought Easter to her. We pushed together a few tables in the common dining room and The Boy and I brought in take-out chicken. It was very nice and I know she appreciated it.

Today she is finally moving to a placement in a long term care facility, which will be much better than being in the hospital. Hopefully she will have more freedom of movement and the ability to interact with others. I think she’s tired of the watchful hospital routine. The location was even one on her “top three” list. It’s a new facility, one of a chain of places, so we all hope it will be good. One never knows, though, and we hear horror stories.

Honestly, it’s hard to focus some days and I’m low grade depressed most of the time – but I go to work, and do what I must and even manage to laugh and have a good time, but some days I just feel like I’m going through the motions. This morning, for instance, I heard a version of the Beatles Song “I will” and I almost started bawling. Anything sweet or sentiment or any story about love triumphing or human kindness is enough to set me off.

I really need to get a grip. Or some therapy.