kvetching up

 Entry 1     9:37 a.m. Two trips in two days. Yesterday, Jenny believes the medium who was with us was speaking with her mother, and that her mother and father were both present. Who am I to say?  Today, Jenny will be floating in a most peculiar way as she trips the light fantastic with psychedelic therapy. It will allow her to be more mobile than she has been in months. Speaking of which. Last night at bedtime, Jenny crawled up the stairs to her bed. Arriving there, she was so exhausted, she climbed under the covers with her street clothes on. She began sobbing loudly. I was close behind, having gathered her night time meds. As I pass Leiney sitting on the sectional, I ask her to come up and help. One could hear the sobbing throughout the  house. Arriving at the master bedroom, I leaned down and hugged Jenny, asking her if she was crying because it was so hard to climb the stairs. That was the reason, she acknowledged, and began crying louder. Her bed ha...

 Entry 1    8:10 a.m. Sometimes it's eerie, looking out into our yard. Sometimes it is eerie living inside the house. Here is to hoping the two don't decide to coordinate, or worse, compete for which is the creepiest. The fog really does add to the horror show flavor.  Jenny is asleep. Peter, her friend from NYC, is putting dishes away in the kitchen. Amy is upstairs, presumably still sleeping. They have taken care of all the household duties since arriving. Given my level of exhaustion, and adding to that the bout of insomnia I had the night before, I am grateful. Jenny tried and failed to keep solids down yesterday. Where I have failed to convince her to stop trying for now, her friends convinced her with very little argument. Also, she has given up the concept of driving herself around--which will last at least until they leave tomorrow. I am debating whether to accompany them today on whatever small outing they embark upon, or to go out on my own.