Long week. . .

Started with the death of a friend, my husband’s good friend, husband and father of 4, assistant scoutmaster, beloved by all.

And then — well, Dad was in the hospital, for a gallbladder problem.  Instead of being released, he’s now at a rehab facility because of too many days in bed.  And I’m once again reminded that, for both Mom and Dad, their daily routine needs to change, but we’re at a loss as to how to get them to change, especially at a distance.  And there are only so many times we can encourage them to make a move to retirement community that’ll offer social and fitness activities “on-campus” rather than spending day after day after day with nothing to do other than the community center lunch, then home again to take a nap and watch “Wheel of Fortune”.

And a project for work took much longer than planned, keeping me from getting to other work, and meaning that, while I type this, I’ve got the spreadsheet open on my other monitor, nagging at me to finish up, while my husband and kids are at a scout activities and the middle school dance.

But I keep checking my twitter feed.  Paris!  City of light!  The death toll is continually updated – the latest tweet says 158.  Speeches are made:  Obama says, “don’t jump to conclusions,” Hollande says “we will defeat the terrorists.”  Is this France’s “9/11”?  Or was that the Charlie Hebdo attacks, or the train attacker?    There’s a state of emergency, the borders are declared closed.  But no one’s figured out how to stop this, and the lack of any border controls, with migrants streaming into the EU endlessly leaves those nations ever-more at risk.

And I turned the TV on:  Top Gun.  Yeah, and the scene just after Goose died.

Now back to trying to focus on this spreadsheet in front of me. . .