Sheltering in Place

[Drunk Monk]

624: My mom is a mess. She fell on her face when walking in the park alone, something her caretakers and I have forbidden, and broke her glasses. I’ll try to get her new glasses. Additionally, she believes she deleted all her money and got in some sort of kerfuffle with her investment banker so I’ll have to clear that up. And then there’s the growing beehive which I’m not sure what to do about. She wants me to douse it with bug killer but that never works. I’m rather worried about her. Her thinking is getting more erratic and paranoid. 

Then there’s work, of course. I’m behind in my writing and learning all the new programs I need for my upcoming position with YMAA is challenging. So hard to concentrate.

Rock Med has begged me to do several EDM shows, two at SLA this weekend and 4 around T-day but there’s just no way I can swing that. And my tolerance for patients is waiting.

I just want to go home and walk my dog.