It’s not that I don’t love my dad, as mom always pointed out if I did not I’d have run the first time he threw something at me, but it is nice to get a break occasionally where I know that he’s with someone that will keep an eye on him and let me know if anything happens.  Leaves me free to actually relax, I mean really relax.  Able to not worry about anything, such as if my dad’s going to have a heart attack or stroke at any second and I might miss the warning signs.

Anyone that has never experienced that kind of stress has no idea what it’s like, and trust me, you don’t want to know – you really don’t want to know what it’s like to live with that kind of stress 24-7-365.  It’s no wonder my hair is thin (and so was mom’s), stress and poor nutrition are, from what I have heard, reflected in the hair’s condition.

But, I am able to relax at the moment, and am taking advantage of that luxury by catching up on some cleaning.  I’d sleep, but I’m a bit too tensed for that – laying with nothing to think about would send my thinking to bad scenarios and I don’t need that.  So, instead I am cleaning the living room and doing laundry and washing dishes and watching reruns of Burn Notice.