still, tomorrow's gonna be another working day...

some days, there is just too much to say, and not enough energy with which to say.

i am in Georgia, helping mom and dad during mom's recovery from her awful fall three weeks ago. i have been here for roughly 53 hours, and feel as though i have made a real contribution, though i suppose i can't be sure.

so many thoughts whipping through my mind- about physical incapacity, emotional capability, mortal humiliation... about saying appropriate/comforting things and doing appropriate/comforting things.

but for the now... i am directed by my tired bones to save my thoughts for later (if ever) and say only these two final words:

good night.