Emotional roller coaster

The past week has been an emotional roller coaster. Lots of highs, lots of lows. I’m glad I get to stay with my parents for a few weeks to help out, but it’s so hard to watch my dad’s rapid decline. I’m having to learn how to just roll with things that don’t make sense. The rules have all changed.

I had to take my boys to the airport a few days ago to head back to Texas and I miss them.

I won’t even bother mentioning the news. It’s all awful.

I’ve done some good and satisfying writing, some critique at which I am very rusty, and some agonizingly sublime revising (in which I have murdered several of my ‘darlings’ but the end result is better… probably…) and I don’t know if it’s possible to shake my poet-imposter-syndrome.

I worry about my parents’ coffee and vegetables intake (too much, too little) and have had to tell myself they are grown-ass adults and make their own decisions.

I’m improving at longer runs, with some good hills to practice on.

I have to start back to work tomorrow, meaning I am supposed to be online by 6:30 a.m. (having already gone running, showered, dressed, and coffee).

At least mom is letting me cook dinner each night and she’s mostly stopped protesting that I’m working too hard.

And Seattle weather is just glorious. Chilly, with the scent of wet pines.