This now three-and-a-half-week roller coaster ride with my dad is starting to really wear me out. He’s taken one step forward and two or more steps backward so many times that I’ve lost count. Seems to me he’s been in about 10 different rooms during this time. I’m not even sure what his current room number is.
Now, we are further back than where we started and he’s literally in a fight for his life. In the next few days we should have more information with which to make decisions as to what comes next.
I’d very much like to get back to writing reviews but the truth is when your father is in a fight for life, one hardly feels like getting their sexy on, to paraphrase Justin Timberlake.
So, I truly cannot say when I’ll get back to reviews and contests. Someday for sure, hopefully sooner, rather than later.
All this stress is wreaking havoc on my body. Stress is a main contributor in auto-immune flares. Yes, I’ve been trying to rest when possible, but it’s not working well as my body just won’t relax. I’m wound tighter than one of those spinning tops in the Battling Tops game I played as a child. Ahhh, I have fond memories of playing that game with my dad.
Anyhoo, please accept my apologies once again for my lack of new content. It will come…eventually.