I'm A Bad Blogger

Well, I missed my twelve year bloggerversary last month.

I suck.

I can't get to my computer much these days. I have a laptop, but my nephew has his plugged in in the only good outlet downstairs. That limits my computer time.

I think the time I spend on the computer is about the only connection I have with the outside world these days.

I don't go anywhere. I don't do anything, except watch Doctor Who, and I have to say, I'm feeling more and more bitter and angry with the world around me. And yet, I know if I could do it over, I would probably end up doing it the same way.

Does that make any sense at all?

I can't even concentrate on reading anymore. That makes me terribly sad.

Heck, its getting hard to concentrate on sleep.

And yet, dad's health isn't much changed.

He's still terminal, but he eats and sleeps and poops...oh does he poop.

His two medical conditions have given him more than a touch of dementia, which is really sad and hard to deal with.

He knows his age and his limitations, but he gets confused with his time periods.

Oh and if they diagnosed post traumatic stress after WWII, my dad definitely had/has it. He has horrible nightmares of being called back into the army, even though he was in the coast guard.

~sigh~

So I'll see ya, when I see ya.