Argh, how do I not have toothpaste. I know I stood in that aisle trying to decide which flavor to get last time I went to the store, did I seriously not make up my mind? Come on, self, get with the program.

Did you just put it somewhere wrong when you got home?

And now I see they are bringing back some subway and bus service this afternoon, so that's good.

Maybe? I've looked everywhere that it seems likely I would put it. It might turn up in the freezer or something, I suppose. I already tossed the receipt so I can't tell whether I bought any or not.

Public transit is still not running here today. I think that is ridiculous! They can't run the underground stuff?

Huh. During our big blizzard a couple years ago the buses were well and truly screwed and the Metra trains had problems with switches freezing, but I think most of the CTA lines kept running. I know the red line did.

I think my parents' dog has sedative properties.

Devi curled up on me.

I napped.

I haven't made it off the couch, but I did my taxes! So that's something. I should really go outside.

It's weird having a Sunday morning. I still had my early morning work duties (given that they left stuff broken, it went rather smoothly, and I didn't have to disturb anyone else), but my head KILLS. I did not bargain for this when I decided I'd finish up shopping for dinner ingredients etc this morning. Der. There's a reason I'm in the ER by now, and it's not reflex.

It's not insurmountable. I just have to learn to schedule around it if she's coming at 2 or 3 every week. Sunday morning will still be a no go zone.

However, on this first one, I do at least have to make it to the pharmacy. Wish me fortitude.

Sue--very exciting! Is it too much to ask why you can't tell your mother (mine seems to be convinced I'll die if I get meds outside of a hospital, but she's communicating calmly, so that's okay)?

Sue--very exciting! Is it too much to ask why you can't tell your mother

She has dementia, and I think, untreated anxiety. The more she worries, the worse her dementia is. I was planning to tell her right before I left, but A) she's been super stressed about this snowstorm and calling me everyday. (She worries a lot about em living alone.) B) She's still really upset about the death of her sister a couple of weeks ago. (From a fast moving cancer that my mom refused to fully accept was really real.) So she's already not in a good mind place.

On the advice of my sister, who is my parents' main caregiver, I am not telling her where I am until I am safely there. (My dad knows that I am going...) I feel really guilty about it though. More that I feel I am adding to her stress. I would not tell her at all, but there's the worry that she'll try to call and me not being home would just sets off a whole new set of worries.

Basically, Capt. Logic has abandoned ship with my mom.

Bah. I can't find my mortgage interest statement. I've been putting all th tax docs together, and I thought I saw it, but nowhere to be seen.

HAH! Just as I said that, a quarterly statement was knocked to the floor and it fell out of that!