Barbara J. Hamby

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Fatigue

From time to time I read the blog of a former writing instructor who describes himself as a retired playwright, who now writes novels, stories, and librettos. He always has at least a half a dozen things going at once. Oh, I forgot to mention, he also teaches at a local university. I usually read his account of his activities in the evening and get tired before I finish. Of course, he is more than a bit younger than I.

I guess I’m feeling my age more than usual now, while winter is threatening, and friends are easing out of this life.

Al was home last night and his oldest son spent the night with us. I enjoyed the visit. Tonight it is very quiet. Al’s son has gone home to spend time with his family and Al is sitting with his mother tonight in her home. I was there for a short while today, along with many members of their extended family. Some of her friends dropped in also. As ill as she is, she seems to love having all those people around her. She can barely speak, but continually gives directions for preparing the food she remembers she has on hand. When asked if she is tired, she’ll say, “Just a little.”

I took two naps today and I’m still tired. I know Al and his sister are running on adrenalin. I hope they can work more rest into their schedules.