Post Papa…

I’ve kind of struggled today mentally – sort of a worry wart with a nervous tic thrown in for good measure.  My busy tomorrow at the movies is casting a dark shadow or pall upon me – just the sheer act of getting mom to Auburn in that wickedly wild traffic will have me tired as soon as the movie starts. Then we travel across town, fighting traffic, to get to Chic-fil-a which only compounds the situation. I’ll make it, though.  I always seem to pull through situations such as these with aplomb lately. Two years ago sans therapy and it would have been a different story all together. Guess what? Yep, you guessed it.  We are going to grab a dessert at Sonic before we head home. One chocolate shake for the road, please. Welcome to the Underworld of Innuendo and Gossip… Tonight, I showed dad how to get around on Facebook with my iPad. “It is a better experience via the Safari browser than all those apps you can download,” I told my father about his iPad. Dad said he probably wouldn’t join, but everyone is talking about it and using it. I guess he is feeling left out. Dad would just be inundated with friend requests if he does join. Facebook is starting to feel old and tarnished to me lately and it draws me less and less. Alas, I probably won’t be around when he does decide to join.

Source: The 4th Avenue Blues - March 4, 2014 Category: Mental Illness Authors: Andrew Quixote Source Type: blogs