I need to address some personal stuff.
"Routine" is the watch word here at the Fortress of Ineptitude.
Andrea and I get up Monday through Friday, making the long commute up the hallway to our respective places where we work from home.
At the end of the day, we eat dinner, watch Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy and whatever else we have on our "to watch" list and we call it a day.
Other than not actually working at our jobs, weekends are not much different with moderately successful efforts to get things done around ye olde Fortress before collapsing into a mid afternoon nap followed by watching TV.
Our routine might be boring but when you're as dysfunctional as we are, that routine provides an important anchor to what would otherwise be chaos.
Right now, Andrea and I are a bit gobsmacked that our routine has been significantly altered.
Last week, Andrea's father had to go to the hospital with a rather lengthy list of things that were to put it mildly a cause for concern.
Her dad is 88 years old and for the most part is healthier than a lot of people half is age. He has been remarkably self sufficient. And for the most part, he has all his cognitive marbles.
Until last week.
A disturbing episode where he became lost, confused and incoherent pointed to an inescable fact that time was running out on his status quo.
A sad part of aging is no matter who well you might take care of yourself, there is a point where the human body reaches it's limits of sustaining a healthy existence.
To put it another way: entropy is a bitch.
It comes for everyone and everything.
It has inevitably come for Andrea's dad.
Wrapped up in the routine of our existence, we did not want to see that coming.
By the time this posts, our routine will be different, spending more time at her dad's house and less here at the Fortress of Ineptitude.
Doing whatever it is we need to do to help her dad live his life. We want to help and we will do what we can.
But we are not prepared for this. I for one am not prepared to deal with my own life let alone be responsible for someone else's.
Like it stays on this blog's banner, I am trapped in a world I am not designed to cope with.
For the moment, however, my marbles are slightly better organized that my father in law's so I guess it's time to step up.
Meanwhile, Andrea's brother is working on getting their father into assisted living.
Their dad does not want to go.
Neither did my mom when she was no longer able to live on her own. Her situation was different as she was in the throws of an ever encroaching dementia.
My father in law is not so far gone but he's wobbly enough that he needs help and guidance, especially from those trained specifically to do that.
Andrea and I will do what we can.
Even at the cost of our routine.
We need to accept that the status is not quo.


