I've been stuck lately. That's a lie; I've been stuck for some time. Double lie—I've been stuck for years. The time has come to move...baby steps. Wee, teeny, tiny baby steps will be an improvement. I'm going to start by making some yogurt slop instead of eating this danged Christmas candy. ;>
My dad begins baby steps as of today. He's been moved to Rehab where he'll begin learning to dress again, to care for himself again, to have conversations...he'll be required to dine with his housemates, to walk, to move, to live his best life.
Maybe I need Rehab, too.