Tired

Every muscle, every fiber, every brain cell.  They are all tired.

My daddy came home today.  The doctors need to wait for his kidney function to improve before he has a needed heart procedure.  In the meantime, he is at home.

Coming home is good.  So, so good.  But it’s a lot of lifting, and organizing, and assembling of wheelchairs.  It’s a lot of prescriptions, and restrictions, and calling of relatives.  And it’s exhausting.

We also had a 71st birthday party for my dad tonight.  And a VERY scaled down Passover celebration.  Which was good.  Very good.  But also exhausting.

Makes me wonder what they did in the desert when a kindred Jew could walk no further. Did they carry him through the desert?

Makes me even more tired to think about it.

(Back tomorrow with reflections from Williamsburg.)