Here we go, as if I don’t have more than enough to do on any day you can name, we are now doing his therapies.

The first one was today. Thus my regular Monday grocery shopping is now moved to Tuesday. Anything I formerly did on Tuesday moved to Wednesday and so on and so on and we haven’t even started his speech therapy sessions which will shoot another day of the week to hell.

No, he can’t drive himself yet, and for how long that will be, is anyone’s guess. So now we add chauffeur to my many job titles for all my unpaid jobs.

On the bright side, we stopped for dinner on the way home–he has NEVER wanted to go out for dinner for the last several years.

After coloring for a little while my blood pressure on 12/13/15  at 11:26 was 106/67.

Today’s shirt.