Saturday, December 27, 2008
We got home late yesterday afternoon, after a surprisingly smooth trip with lots of lovely leg room (we were in the exit row on both flights). Christmas with Gary's family was pleasant, but -- naturally -- also very sad. I'm happy to be back in my own house, with my own cats and own bed.
I'm behind on everything, though: work commitments, exercise, e-mail, doctor and vet appointments, yada yada. Gary and I haven't exchanged Christmas gifts yet; I haven't even wrapped his. I woke up at 3:30 this morning, woefully jet-lagged, but so far haven't managed to do anything except drink coffee and call my sister to wish her a happy birthday.
And Dad's clamoring for me to go over there today and manage his life. Before Gary and I left town, Fran shoved a stack of Dad's mail at me and said, "Here. You take this." I shoved it back at her and said, "You guys need to deal with your own mail. You can see well enough to read it to him, right?"
When I spoke to him last night, he confirmed that she can read him the mail, but said that she can't figure out how different pieces of mail relate to each other, which is important when you're dealing with medical/insurance matters. I guess Dad can't quite connect those dots either. I hate my own paperwork, and am less than thrilled about having to deal with his. Gahhhhhh.
Meanwhile, Gary will need to help them finish unpacking, and there's still a possible Palo Alto trip looming, which limits the amount of time I have to get my heaps of school stuff done. And yes, I know I'm whining. Things could certainly be much worse. But I still hope we have a better holiday season next year!