Was sitting outside with the chickens this afternoon, warm breeze blowing, and thinking about how heavy the laundry basket was going to be. I'm that tired. This sickness is wretched. Drag here. Drag there. Used the dryer instead. We look like a houseful of zombies. And that's being generous.
On the upside, Mom was accepted into the rehab facility, and seems fine with that. We stressed the importance of more strenuous exercises, which hopefully will allow her to go home stronger. We understand one another, I do believe.
Brothers aren't communicating with me. Ignoring me? Not so sure. More like they are avoiding getting involved. Or maybe that's the same thing as being ignored? I scratch my head, unable to understand that. At this point, excuses just won't fly. And I've played nice---not always easy, but I really have.
Gary says to turn off my head tonight. So now I'll do just that.
