Anxious

I am not feeling too great... (or is that to great???)... damn spelling and grammar skills...

Not to be too depressing, but I've been thinking about my parental unit quite a bit lately...  he may not be able to move back into his assisted living apartment...  I know he's getting the best care available, but for someone like him it must be hard...  If he were mentally out of it I wouldn't feel so bad about it, but he's just physically declining and that's what's keeping him from being able to move back.  He was only in it for a month before he had to move to the Health Center (which turns out is the nursing home section)...

It just stresses me out thinking about him being lonely, bored and depressed.

I didn't go visit him last weekend because I just couldn't handle it and now I feel guilty.... I will go visit this weekend..  I'm off to LA next week so I won't be able to do it then...  I know I just have to keep going through this, but it just makes me not want to eat (I know - when has that ever been an issue?)...

okay, now that you are thoroughly depressed let's get to the other news...  I got to work yesterday and had a proposal from a moving company to do the work this weekend so that's good...  now we just have to find the space for people to put their things...

If the whole thing with my dad doesn't put me over the edge, this whole office transition will...

I think I just need a valium...

You must not bite the hand that signs your paycheck...