Keeping Me Warm

After a couple of really exhausting weeks, my body is soundly reminding me who’s the boss. It’s funny how the seemingly apparent improvements I’ve made in my lifestyle. Draft away as quickly as the wind, when I push and stress this old vessel to any certain degree. Today I’m apparently paying the price for my utter need to “get shit done”. But mind you it’s all just part of my DNA.

My old man was an all-star example of, “if you want things done right, you got to do them yourself”. And believe me when I tell you, “the apple didn’t fall far from the tree”. I guess in a way I was born for the life I currently live. Being a caregiver to two special needs adults is a failed attempt at being a patient, understanding, and generous person. I say failed attempt to point out I am by no means a Saint. That for every moment I show off some giving quality. There are also moments where I am frustrated, selfish, and angry.
 
Who the hell knows where I’m going with this other then to say, I get it. That despite the optimism and my get it done attitude. There are moments where I’m broke down, pissed, and defeated. But I don’t think right now is one of those moments. Instead I’m just resigned to laying here under the covers and letting nature take it’s course. My wife and oldest son are doing alright at the moment. She’s playing one of her memory games, while our son fixed himself breakfast and is watching TV. As for me? Well I’m laying here, telling you a story, with the cats laying next to me keeping me warm.