Medicated depression, day #493
Just talked to mom and dad. Mom had been a little more active today, as she had a good day, meaning she wasn't too affected by dementia.
We talked a little about this and that, came to the conclusion that today was pretty good, tomorrow dad was expecting carpenters to show up to install two doors that had been waiting on a pallet in the yard the last couple of days, finally getting them in.
Mom has deteriorated quite a lot the last couple of weeks, really fast. Just a month ago she was mobile and could take care of herself, now, bedridden and doped up on painkillers and sedatives.
My alarm clock just beeped, bed time warning. As I need to keep this sleep schedule strictly, otherwise I'll sit tinkering with whatever and go to bed 03 or 04 in the morning .. not compatible with a day job, nor an office job.
In just a few days I leave for Spain, conference with my closest 650 colleagues at work.