-7.
Busy week from Hell. Overstimulated and all socialized out and still have a headache from yesterday, and tomorrow is the busiest day of the week.
Grandma in the terminal stages of dementia. Hospice is supposed to help, instead they're giving my aunt the run-around and then berating her for not being perfect. At the same time, they refuse to get Grandma (who can no longer sit upright, let alone feed herself or toilet) into a nursing home and threatened my aunt with the cops for having her 17-year-old nephew help out. She is supposed to "get out in the community and hire someone." She doesn't have time to SHOWER. How is she supposed to "get out in the community?"
Some kid on the other side of Pittsburgh went nuts and stabbed 20 people this morning. Here comes the usual media storm. So much for leaving the house for a while-- you can't talk too much and be safe, and you can't be too quiet and be safe either. Best to just not go anywhere, ever. Shame-- the weather is lovely.
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"Alas, our dried voices when we whisper together are quiet and meaningless, as wind in dry grass, or rats' feet over broken glass in our dry cellar." --TS Eliot, "The Hollow Men"