Home Front:
MERE had a birthday party sleepover with a bunch of her friends, manically had tons of fun with them, and is now sleeping - appears that some of the manic-ness was a cover for a flu or cold, so *she’s* down for the count tonight, tired, stuffed up, and miserable.
CONNIE is fading badly. Sleeps practically all the time, is horribly confused and anxious a lot when sorta-awake, and doing a lot of morphine (up to 1ml every 2 hours) for the pain. Her BP’s up, heart rate’s up, and she’s gotten profoundly weaker. I expect that she’ll be pretty much bound to her bedroom by midweek; Susan and her Aunt Marlyce worked on re-arranging the furniture, and I have to work on setting up a TV for her to watch in there. Horrible to watch this fade…
SUSAN has been working on planning the stuff for the memorial service and whatnot - better to do so now than to struggle to do so under even worse emotional stress than we have right now.
HOLIDAYS are being very muted. Thanksgiving will be here with Me, Susan and Mere, plus Aunt Marlyce and her friend Carol, and essentially ‘catered’ in from a local restaurant. We have no set plans for anything past that. Not even when to set up the tree, et cetera. I had to cancel the annual family dinner (the one that’s been going since 1951) because I simply couldn’t say whether something involved with Connie would force me to do so at the last minute. Nobody’s had much spirit for anything, I guess.
I’m back at work again at my home office, but struggling with my files and records and piled up and mooshed around paperwork that now HAS to be gone through and dealt with. Some items that I thought I could immediately find turned out to be lost in the morass, and I’m frantically trying to find them.