Yesterday I slept like there was no tomorrow. Maybe I should NOT take Prozac in the evening. Maybe Forever Young is a pyshic medical genius. Last night I slept as well (no P for me...).
Today I had lunch with Mom and Dad-or rather I ate half a porkchop because Mom sprayed butter spray on everything else. The porkchop was what I wanted most anyway. Then Mom and I drove up to see John, who was asleep for the first time since being moved to the Autumn Lifestyles place. So, we let him be.
I tried to interest Mom in sightseeing, a trip to the farmer's market, but just gave up and let HER be. Dropped her off, visited a bit longer and came home. I'll call in a few minutes to see if John is awake for evening hours, and if he is, well, I'll drive up there. If not, I'll let him sleep.
Somewhere early on I decided just to go with the flow. Today I may feel great, but apparently no one else does-and that is OK too. I mean, I feel sorry that they don't, but I don't need anyone to amuse me-I can do that myself. Schedules do not seem to apply today either, nor do plans.
But who can stop us from celebrating? (Thank you Lao Tse)