I meant to post everyday, and already I'm behind.
The things that are taking up my time are just the everyday things that those of us who are living, and functional, do:
Work.
Chores: Shopping for eggs. Relighting the pilot light that went out on the furnace when I finally notice the house is too cold. Walking the dog. Loading the dishwasher.
I think of Vince often when I do everyday things like that, because those are precisely the things that he can no longer do - not while he is hospitalized in a state facility because he is restricted, and not usually when he is out because he goes off his meds and the world seems to become a twisted, unsolvable puzzle to him. He’s navigating a maze without an end in sight; it hurts.
I’m going to send him his chess magazine tomorrow. Chess is a puzzle he can solve. It’s cake, to him.
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