I had therapy today and all we did was talk about the passing of my father. Then I waited, in his apartment, for a while for the oxygen man to come remove the equipment they delivered yesterday. It was hard being in his apartment alone. I have been up since 0600 so after my therapy appointment, I took a snooze. I slept in his easy chair, not his bed because that would be too weird. My father had a clock that whooshes and birds call on the hour. I think when he heard it, it made passing easier. Today I heard it while talking to my therapist and busted out laughing. She didn’t get the joke. I tried to get her to understand but I was laughing too much. He loved that clock.
I am brain dead. I am going to take my meds and call it a night. Got to be back at my father’s apartment by 0930 tomorrow. I tried to rent a zipcar but because of this stupid oxygen tank bullshit, I had to cancel my reservation. I am pissed. But if the guy comes before 1000, I might still be able to make it. We’ll see.