Nine Feet Underground

S, BS. I need to read the papers today as I didn't yesterday. No need to panic about book club tomorrow night, as I finished the book a couple of weeks ago. PTL! The place I find myself in is not one I'd choose to be in, but the choice is out of my hands.  The Stranglers come to mind again. Not sure where all the time went, given I was up at a reasonable time, but I did almost finish reading the paper and went for a late afternoon brisk walk when the sun was out and the weather seemed more settled. After the evening carers left, I started listening to music - Can, Sofie and Mainliner - before starting dinner early.  Son #3 is off out to a party, so we ate early, watched a HIGNFY together, then all went off and did our own thing. I sorted out yoga for tomorrow and then retired for the safety of sleep. METZ / 'Spit You Out' / 'II' [[]]

Though there are always chores to do, I try to make Sunday a day of relaxation, at least in part.  As I didn't get time to read any of the papers yesterday, that's one of the things I'll hopefully find time to do. It's now November, which heralds my wife's birthday in less than two weeks. Before she became ill, and especially before she became bedbound, finding birthday presents was easy.  It's become increasingly difficult to find new ideas given that she can't move, she never goes out, she can't get dressed beyond wearing night clothes, she rarely eats anything by mouth (and if she does, there's a real danger of choking / aspiration) and is rarely awake for more than 10 to 15 minutes at a time.  I don't know how aware of her birthday she is but even if she is totally unaware of it, I cannot let it pass unnoticed and uncelebrated because I would feel I was failing her, or letting her down or effectively saying she was no longer part of my life, ...