I honestly didn't realize how tired I was until I got up this morning. Maybe now that it is almost over my body is speaking to me. I haven't really had a day off since February 7. Tuesday will be the first and I am going to try to sleep in! I didn't meet my goal of doing one hundred returns at the firm but I came damn close. I think I would have made the goal if they would have given me a few more returns. I will say that in the four years that I have been there this is the best staff that they have had. We did more work than last year, with less stress, and fewer people. I do think next tax season will be harder because of Amy going to the Army. I hope my lottery winnings come in before then.
I received a couple of updates from Snug. Here is the first one:
"The good is that he moved to the rehab facility today, and all's well. It's a matter of time for him to get back on his feet and I'll have to be patient. The bad is that my dad started acting up. Phoned me and demanded that I place him in a home because "nobody looks after him" (he knows very well Les is in hospital). The ugly is that he pulled out his NG tube so mum had to take him to hospital to get one inserted. Do old men regress into small children when wives/daughters are already maxed out? I'm actually tempted to put him into a few weeks' respite care, if only to give my mum a break. "
Sound familiar? Seems like we had a blog post a while back that when our parents reach a certain age they change for giving folks to selfish ones and the only thing they really care about is if their needs are met. This to shall pass.
Then better news followed today:
"Sometimes, it makes me frightened what I'll be like when I'm old. After all, my dad is half my gene pool! As it is now, with Les's medical issues, I'm taking a hard look at middle age, and it aint pretty. But we did have a good weekend. The rehab facility gave him "home leave" because there's no physio on Saturday afternoons and Sundays, and he proved to them that he could go to the loo on his on, and could walk a few steps to transfer between wheelchair and seat, wheelchair and loo, that sort of thing. So he went home on Saturday afternoon, and he doesn't have to be back at the facility until Sunday evening. He was very happy to be home, and the dogs were very happy to see him. Queeni (she's daddy's girl) hasn't left his side."
Love the loyal dog. And getting old isn't for sissys.
Keep Adi in your prayers.
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"Scratch a dog and you'll find a permanent job." Franklin P. Jones