I, historically, do not wear sports merch, but I door dashed myself a Sabres hoodie this weekend.

Fed my sourdough starter since I’m thinking Playoff Pizza this weekend!

Joanne is now telling me that somewhere in this house there is an autographed cookbook written by a former Sabres player from 40 years ago.

I plan to seek it out when she’s not around.

Told Joanne that I would be over early to do her evening care since Jess works this evening. She asked why, I explained Sabres.

When I left, she was praying to Jesus for victory, but I would not let her light a candle. We can save that for Round 2 and do it outside.

No of course not.

Set timer write for 90 torturous minutes
Walk over to the pharmacy if neighbor guy will cover
Check on Joanne
Iron creases into jeans/sort by length
Bother the children
Figure out dinner that isn’t soup or pretzels
Do Joanne’s evening care but slightly early
Sabres, Sabres,Sabres
Sweet dreams.

Tentative schedule:

Breakfast
Nurse visit at Joanne’s
Call Blood Pressure monitor people back
Shower then vacuum since a pill went rogue
Let PT in at Joanne’s
Manage lunch in two places
If everyone naps, open up garage and control a little chaos
Put away shovels
Have my own lunch

Thank you, I just need a fake kidnapping, not your dream assassins coming for me.

Did you have to carry a pillow around with you? It got really hard to keep that over my head during the sudden swim portion.

Start Making Sense! I think it will be my 6th time seeing them. They are touring with a four piece horn section.

The venue is a converted church that was saved from demolition by (Buffalo’s own) Ani DiFranco.

Ten days until my favorite TH cover band hits town!

One of you needs to fake kidnap me or replace me with a clone. I need about 3 days.

I’ll work on a disguise, hair in a turban, oversized poncho? I’m happy to climb out a window at dusk.

Next week most of these visits will stop. She needs a certain amount of care during the day which means I’ll be back and forth anyway. Each ‘little’ visit turns into an hour away.

I feel so selfish for wanting a day to power through a writing idea that has wormed its way into my head.

The guy with dementia slept 22 hours yesterday.

My neighbor Joanne is more confused and having more little problems that make her family’s push towards leaving her on her own irresponsible.

I’ll be back over there for a few hours this morning since the nurse is coming.

This time it was in to a house owned by relatives and there was a time constraint plus a stop at my dream recurring circus place.

It’s clear I’m on a complicated journey to a different headspace and a changed living space these days and my dreams are the relief valve for those fears.

Good morning!

26 days until I plan to open my pool and a cold start to what looks like a beautiful day.

It a Sabres hockey day, which makes everyone prettier.

I slept well, woke up once and went right back to sleep.

I had another one of the dreams where I was trying to move to a new place.

We have to be best friends now Kevin.

And the mascot is a Polar Bear?

Might pivot to being a Bergs fan if we can’t fix the Power Play!

I love you so much for this reply.

Talking to my Former Neighbor Gay about the Sabres while we both have Rush playing on our kitchen speakers.

His only regrets in marrying Don are missing me and having to put up with Patriots/Bruins fans in New Hampshire.

Gonna call my brother in law next and gloat some.

I used to live on a pond, I miss my ducks!

This needs to stop, we have actual chores to do before cotton season.

I think people only know how to binge shows, they get restless about waiting a week.

I swear people spend more time in the toxic Reddit forums than actually watching the show.

They want more humor? They want everyone in jail?

No, it’s too big to be a juvenile, it’s a female hybrid or cross.

Mallards can sometimes crossbreed with domesticated ducks that have been released in the wild and have this look, but they are still considered mallards.

A bunny in my yard.

Site is wonky again, but bunnies are not.

Two pans of brownies.

Afternoon report:

Left Joanne’s at noon after her therapies and lunch.

Wrote a bunch of words that get on well with each other.

Baked brownies/drank decaf.

Thought about how wonderful every second of yesterday was.

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