Highlights: 4:45 am. That was my waking time. Far from being by choice, I will say that I am pleased get annoyed to still have hearing this good. There was a faint and distant beep occurring somewhere in the house. I tried to ignore it but could not, resigning myself to the task of isolating it. It took several iterations to narrow it down to the kitchen near the garage door, then eventually into the garage itself. It was ultimately traced to the carbon monoxide detector—old, dumb technology—but it was at least less traumatic than this prior incident. I ended up restlessly playing wordle and connections until falling back to sleep for what amounted to It was less than an hour before our alarms, and the SAD light signaled the time to get up and take Jennifer to the airport. She flew to Arizona for a girls' weekend with her Roseville crew. Having plans to take my mom to tour an assisted living place gave me a reason to leverage being out already and go to her neighborhood and linger at Starbucks. It was packed and chaotic. Rush hour in a high-tech hub. By 9:30, things settled down. I picked up my mom and took her to Belwood Villages. It's a very nice place with lots of amenities, and she liked it. Yet it would be a significant change to downside from the home she has lived in for over 50 years now into a small apartment. It's not my hope that she goes there. I want and will do what it takes to help her stay in her home for as long as she is able to do so. This is more of a contigency plan for a "what if" scenario.
Insights: I miss Jen. I love our home: the decor and all the history we honor within it. I relish the comfort I find in having Scottie leaning against me as my vinyl playlist takes me on a randomized reflection of the paths and people leading to this moment. I am at home in the space she and I have created. It's all about the people, the experiences, the friendships and the family.
🛏️ 4:43 AM ⚖️186.6(-1.0/-10.7) 👣 15,443(7.2mi)🏃♂️54min ❤️63(60-124)