When my mom and dad redid this family home (a home-- or at least the land-- that's been in our family since 1850 or so), they made a jack and jill bathroom between two bedrooms--they didn't sleep together. Really I never remember them sleeping together. Supposedly Dad snored. It's a hideous arrangement, with pocket doors … Continue reading Carnivore Dreams – Dreams
P.s. My husband Dick got up at 6 this morning so I could sleep a few hours -- he helps me do all this now -- and I have great kids. So even though I'm alone at all hours of the night -- I am not ALL alone.
Photo by Fiona Art on Pexels.com Wow. What a night already. Last night I was up all night, all of it, not a wink, with Dad taking his venitilator mask off, pulling the little humidifier on the floor. Today he was hallucinating some, so they called in a different steroid. Seemed to help breathing and … Continue reading Carnivore Dreams – Hallucinations