Just Another Day

Boring.

Same old, same old.

Get up, go to work, come home, correct papers, go to bed, then get up and do it all over again.

I lead a pretty boring life. We watch movies. Sometimes we take a 20-minute road trip to the coast for an ice cream cone. Occasionally we travel 10-minutes for a Dunkin Donuts coffee or stop to visit family at the family farm. It is a big trip to visit our daughter 2-hours away so that I can attend my support group once a month.

Some day I will be longing for just another day of my boring life. I will wish to see him in his chair playing solitaire over and over on his iPad. I will miss him telling me that he isn’t hungry, ready for bed, and that he just “wants to just go home.”

Terminal.

It hangs over my head like a weighted blanket.

No matter how much I try not to think about it. It is always there.

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