I haven't written much here lately. What is to say that I haven't said? Broken record?
I use this blog as a way to vent. A diary, I guess. The support and comments I got in the beginning felt great. Feels great. And yet, I forget sometimes this is public. I've come here just to write stuff. Get it out of my head. I don't write with an audience in mind. If I did, I wouldn't swear.
Is what I say going to affect how someone thinks of me? Of Luther? Does every little thing I think need to be made public? Does what I write need to be inspiring? Positive?
Not that many people read this blog. I can see the numbers. At most, fifty. At least about seven. When someone reads this, I'm grateful to know someone has shared this part of my life. I don't expect a comment or an answer. I appreciate it when someone reaches out and shares their story or their feelings or their concerns.
I don't want to censor what I think, what I write. But I don't want to worry anyone. At times, I might write something that feel awful. And then I forget to come back - maybe an hour later - maybe the next day - that something good happened.
He's been missing a lot of work so he made the decision to stop working. We're not exactly sure when - he just told his boss last week and they're figuring out a good stop date.
A realtor is coming over this week. We're trying to understand our housing options.
A home health care person is on the horizon... especially when he stops working.
Dragon software was ordered so he can use the computer with his voice.
Luther's more tired than ever. He's still walking but the simplest things wear him out. He sleeps a lot.
That's about it. Not much new to report. A good thing, I guess.