WTF?

How in the world can it possibly be September 14th? Where oh where has the time gone? It's flown by in a whirlwind of activity: AW's 6th birthday, new term start at school, car troubles, hiring and training new staff, Dad issues, joining my first Fantasy Football league, reading the latest from J.R. Ward, discovering Harlan Coben's books about five years after everyone else and I'm a librarian for crissakes, and spending time with the oh so wonderful Saint.

The food and exercise program were erratic all summer. Being so busy lately has helped because I don't have time to snack and I've been working out of my downtown campus which means I'm walking every day. Today my checkbones made an appearance again!

Along with the cheekbones I noticed today that some really attractive black bags have set up shop under my eyes. Makeup doesn't do much to minimize them. It's the stress and a lot of it is related to my father.

I met with Dad and his doctor about two weeks ago. The doc wants Dad to start walking with a cane. This has as much likelihood of happening as me waking up tomorrow morning weighing 125 lbs. The doc also hit us with the idea of Dad probably being in the early stages of Alzheimer's. And his blood sugar levels, triglycerides and everything else are awful because Dad isn't taking care of himself. Mmmhmmm. Great. Thanks for sharing. Shit.

Dad and The Big B still aren't talking and I don't see that changing anytime soon. B and I are still in contact every day and he still helps me financially with my father and while my uncle would love to set up a reconciliation, for what? My dad isn't going to change and why should B subject himself to the verbal abuse and all the other b.s. that goes along with bieng in contact with our father? Not worth it in my opinion.