When the mind isn’t right, it’s tough to write

It really isn’t often that I’m so overwhelmed I go a week without writing.

I think I went a week a little more than 14 months ago, but that was because I was on a Caribbean cruise and the only way I could have written was on my iPhone. These posts are too long and complex for me to use anything less that a laptop.

Hey, I’m old.

This time is different. It has been nearly four two weeks since we put my wife into a memory care facility, and I have spent a significant part of every day since trying to help her adjust to her new surroundings.

Add to that the fact that I spend mornings, evenings and nights in a house I occupy alone for the first time in nearly 33 years and I wouldn’t say March 2025 has been a particularly happy month. In fact, I often feel like I’m one step from her saying if I’m not going to bring her home, she doesn’t want me to come visit her anymore.

I have posted exactly one piece this month, writing about a television show I was enjoying. I finished “Manifest,” and I liked the ending. The one really standout thing about the series was that it had a villain I truly disliked.

I’ve been watching the new seasons of “Reacher” and “1923,” but even when I have them on, the house is so quiet.

Too quiet.

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This post, as short as it is, took forever to finish.

I’ll try to get back on a normal schedule soon.