Merry Christmas from Tinka

What is the saying, "the best laid plans...?"  After a non-sleep night Monday, I slept well last night.  I woke and all was quiet, so I (in error as it turns out) thought Dad and Sis were still sleeping, too.  I went back to sleep.  I finally woke and smelled bacon, and arose to find out Dad had not slept at all last night, and Sis had not much.  They had been up since 5 (as in out of bed, not awake) and Dad was having breakfast.

I went out to feed, and noted it will be a beautiful day, and hopefully, not as windy as yesterday.  Our nieces, one of their husband's, their mother and her brother, were all supposed to come to dinner.  Husband had to work in the middle of the day shift unexpectedly, so they will come later this evening.  Their mom has flu, so not only can she and her brother not come, neither can the other niece--can't risk bringing flu in to Mom and Dad, and especially Dad who hardly has enough energy to breathe and walk without being compromised.

So, now it is just us...which may be a good thing as Dad not having slept is rather cranky so far today.  He normally has a pretty good humor, but as our daytime caregiver would say, "Did someone take his tacky pill this morning?"  But, like everything these days, it will pass...and perhaps we will all get naps this afternoon--after fixing the t-post in the pasture by the creek.  It may be a good day to do that for a bit of respite if you know what I mean.

Meanwhile, the sun is shining, and we live to fight another day--not as in violence, but the will to get up and do all over again what we just did.  Around here, that is like girding for battle and praying for the stamina to continue a while longer, whatever the outcome.  Still, we are a year beyond where we were this time last year when a vehicle broadsided Dad and flipped his truck, starting this whole saga.  We have made it through some rough times in the past 12 months--that is a pretty good present.