Mom just texted me. The hospital wants to move her best friend to hospice house but her best friend's husband tried to refuse and say she had to go home. Her beat friend was able to indicate she wants to go to the hospice house.

I urged mom to go see her again and not put it off because she would be "intruding". I know that her best friend wants to see her and that she wouldn't be imposing. I know if she doesn't mom will regret it greatly.

I agree, askye. She should see her.

Oh that sucks askye, your poor mom. I just went to a friend's funeral a couple weeks ago who died of ALS much more quickly than expected. Her daughter is only 3, it's so awful.

I got a massage this morning! My friend recommended this guy from her chiropractors office yesterday, and I guess he's just starting out because he had lots of availability and cheap rates (relatively). And he just focused on my leg/ankle, and on my neck/jaw, but it felt very purposeful, which I liked. Sometimes you want relaxing but sometimes you want help! I'm totally going back.

Now to figure out if I'm getting lunch with friends or going to see baby goats.

Go kids! Choose kids! (And possibly lunch, but not goat meat lunch.)

Oh, Askye, that's so sad. I hope your mother can get there -- it'll be good for her and for her friend.

So many people struggling with aging parents right now.

I need to clean my house and do taxes and it all seems so hard.

I think I've got a touch of SAD this winter, it's been really hard to be productive and get enough exercise, even though I know it makes me feel better. Today I got a fair amount of sun but I'm still disinclined to do anything.

I actually gave someone the finger on the street yesterday, which is fairly unlike me. (It was a dude in a sports car taking a left and wouldn't yield to me in the crosswalk so I couldn't cross the street until the next light.)

I did go with kids! Will post some photos on fb or insta, but there are two baby (two week old) goats! Bottle feeding because their momma died. They're so cute

it would be great if mac would text any second now saying he is done with work. I am ready for bed.

I hate when the punishment for the kid becomes a punishment for me.

I did my taxes, and the taxes for my Dad's estate. I'm so tired of doing two sets of taxes, y'all. This has been going on since 2013. I'm ready to be done, really.

I'm trying to decide if I should go to C2E2 today. I knew I had tendonitis in my ankle. Now, MRI results indicate lots of inflammation and some tearing and the doc wants to put me in a boot, which I do not have yet. Getting to, and being at C2E2 will require a lot of walking. As will the upcoming week at work. I hate to let the already paid for badge go to waste, but I really don't want to inadvertently prolong recovery. Ugh.

Right as I was about to get up and start doing stuff, my cat came to snuggle, and he almost never does that! So now I'm listening to a church service on the radio.