An interesting day
Dec. 13th, 2002 07:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cmdr_zoomI got up and went to work an hour earlier than usual today, because the landlord told me yesterday (as I was leaving) that the water would be off during my usual shower time. My boss is gone this week, and so my hours are more flexible than usual. The one project I actually tackled today proved more difficult than I expected; a coworker commented that I seemed stressed again. (Yesterday I worked myself into such a tizzy over the holidays, my father, etc, that I left early.) This surprised me, for I thought I was doing much better after talking with Travis and a friend; it was just the work that had me fretting today.
I got home just as Travis pulled up; we'd arranged to go out today, and his timing was excellent. The first stop was a nearby mortuary, where we took care of final arrangements for my father - simple cremation. (My father actually worked nights in a mortuary in high school; he says it was quiet and gave him plenty of time to study between going out to pick up bodies.) Then we got him some shoes with velcro, and took them over to him at the nursing home, along with his pipe and tobacco. He was pleased to see us and what we'd brought him. We visited for a while, then Travis brought me home and I handed off my father's checkbook to him. And now I'm eating a pizza I'm ordered.
Some of my stress is due to the holidays, and some to my need to move before the end of January. These I will simply have to deal with. Some is a result of the choices I make re: eating and sleeping; I'm not sure what to do about these, since different choices produce different stresses. But except for a few remaining details, my father is being taken care of and is No Longer My Problem. That's one thing less to worry about, at least.
I got home just as Travis pulled up; we'd arranged to go out today, and his timing was excellent. The first stop was a nearby mortuary, where we took care of final arrangements for my father - simple cremation. (My father actually worked nights in a mortuary in high school; he says it was quiet and gave him plenty of time to study between going out to pick up bodies.) Then we got him some shoes with velcro, and took them over to him at the nursing home, along with his pipe and tobacco. He was pleased to see us and what we'd brought him. We visited for a while, then Travis brought me home and I handed off my father's checkbook to him. And now I'm eating a pizza I'm ordered.
Some of my stress is due to the holidays, and some to my need to move before the end of January. These I will simply have to deal with. Some is a result of the choices I make re: eating and sleeping; I'm not sure what to do about these, since different choices produce different stresses. But except for a few remaining details, my father is being taken care of and is No Longer My Problem. That's one thing less to worry about, at least.