Last night, DH went to bed about halfway through Colbert because he was exhausted from dealing with work and his dad. I'm not trying to be a pisser about my father-in-law. His mental faculties are fading at an alarming rate since November. Sometimes, he thinks he's still in the Victorian where he and my mother-in-law raised their five children. Sometimes, he can't find his bedroom in his teeny-tiny assisted living apartment. He forgets that he just has to press a button to get the nurse to come to his place. Other times, he forgets how to talk, and everything comes out garbled. We're losing the man we knew, and it's a sad feeling.
Between DH going to bed and me trying to sleep, I got a bit of writing done on a wip, wrote the script I need for my Kickstarter video, and wrote a good chunk of the text portions of the Kickstarter page.
It's twelve-thirty p.m., and I'm finally feeling tired. Maybe now, my body will let me sleep.
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