The last couple of days have been all about work needs, mini coopers and hospice care. I took a stand on some issues in the Wednesday hospice quarterly call, pressing for what I think is reasonable and calling out some bullshit too. I was pissed and still am when I think about what the 'business' side of heath 'care' is really about. It's criminal and compassion conflicting. Lauren's mini cooper has been a blast and she quipped "it's like I gave you a grandchild!" and it's true. I'm enjoying it as much as she is and she absolutely is. I've avoided further conflict with Tommy and I'm doing everything I can to just accept that the tiger's stripes and move on. It's a challenge because it's against my nature, but there's too much at risk anymore and I can't endure the heartache and disappointment that comes from being treated with such resentment and hostility over things as simple as refusing to call him out of a class. Nothing works, so that's what I'll do. Nothing. Visited Linda - no change but further indications of gradual reduction in eating. Stopped by my moms to show her the mini and she shared having bad back issues again. Aging sucks and she needs more help. I found and bought an iPhone 12 mini. There were issues with the setup forcing a software update that would never complete but I patiently worked it out. I'm a bit nervous about the battery life even though its health is 99% but I love the size more than anything. Anything bigger feels clumsy and at risk to be dropped while trying to use. And this really makes sense for my usage, having a watch and this combined is my sweet spot.
📊 seven-day averages: ⚖️ 159.7 lbs,❤️ 61.5 bpm, 👣 6871.1 steps, 🧘🏼19 min, 🛌 6h:0m
