The light is slowly rising, no sun yet. I continue to sleep only when exhausted but unable to feel the exhaustion.

Christy felt bad about taking my Dad’s bed as we’ve been trying to get him to sleep in the spare bed, which was mine. I also have my old waterbed from when I was a kid that we are years behind on getting rid of. But the couch, I spent so many years of nights on this couch.

Dad continues to cough every few minutes. Yesterday we commented on how his coughs aren’t as bad as they used to be. Its because he is too dehydrated to produce the phlem.

Perhaps today I’ll start digging through the paperwork to get things in order. I’ve wanted to avoid doing it in front of him but it probably doesn’t matter.

Yesterday I sat on the rock pile in Dad’s field and cried in between phone calls. I know why it matters, but I don’t think I could ever convey to someone its importance.