Highlights: Fine, ok, yes, I slept in for a change. Don't bust my chops, Sparky. Moderation in all things, no? I can't wake early every day, sit in meditation every day, get morning light, drink salt water, blah blah blah, every day, so back the fuck off. Just kidding. With Jen going off for a girls weekend early tomorrow and knowing I'll have three days of being on fuly dog duty I asked her to manage things while I took a break from the rituals. And not even a break, just a delay. I got in some meditation, water and more. We took another class together at the Y... yoga, but "chair" yoga. It was good, and as much of a test of my flexibility as the prior one. I scraped by with a "needs improvement" review. Following that we got set upon a 9-step circuit training machine by a guy name "Junior" who's a decade old than I and had a very positive nature. I am hoping to make things align in order to go do this 3 times a week, along with a few targeted machines, and more balance and stretching courses. Scottie's continuing to show signs of further degradation. One of his teeth is very close to falling out and his back issues, even with the shots and painkillers, seem to be bringing him down. He's also losing his hearing, maybe about 70% or so. I am working to balance my sadness at the prospect of his eventual absence with a responsibility to care for him and mitigate pain while his quality of life remains good. When being fed or out for a walk, you'd not think it was otherwise. In other news I pulled the trigger to sign up for our interim needs of healthcare. One more big rock moved out of our way. At least we have something in place, especially given how unstable thinkg are, government-wise. Nothing feels stable, permanent or secure anymore.
Insights: Touching on Scotties condition brings my mom to mind. She's been doing well in regards to the AML and treatments. So well that it has become routine, and the terminal nature of her condition is practically forgotten. Yet this month will be her 20α΅Κ° treatment cycle within a 12-24 month prognosis. It seems more and more likely that a change may be on the horizon. In parallel, her physical limitations have gradually increased to the point that she and I are talking about contingency plans for her care and well being should independent living become a risk. I anticipate 2026 being a year of increasing needs and responsibilities. It is as grounding to be aware of this. As is this "Fall of Jennifer "time. As we did yoga today there was a moment I looked at her and felt amazed by the journey we have shared. I also told her after class that she was the most attractive woman in the room... but being a relatively older crowd, than us I don't know that it made much of an impression or scored me many points. :-)
π️ 8:59 AM ⚖️187.6(0/-9.7) π§♂️10min π£ 10,857(4.8mi)π♂️94min ❤️65(60-118)
