Medicated depression, day #706
Came home late last night after spending two days out at my fathers place, with father, brother and his girlfriend, their 5 months old son and the girlfriends mother, 6 adults and two kids.
Christmas Eve and Christmas day, lots of food and drink (in moderate amounts, no one drunk-drunk).
I was happy and amused. Woke up this morning with only a few hours of sleep, severe pain in my feet. Had breakfast and then went back to bed for a nap, forgot that wife had asked me to come along to her clinic to help set up some shelf, drill and plugs, concrete walls.
Learned that fathers friend (the one he visited this summer the week before mom died) had passed away, father were sad and said that almost all of his friends now had passed away, he turns 90 early January.