muckefuck | Falling further

This is the weather I look forward to all year--cool, crisp, and sunny--and it lasted less than 48 hours. As I type this, it's clouding over. By this time tomorrow it will be grey and blustery, and perhaps wet as well. I'd be less annoyed if I'd gotten to enjoy it some, but I woke up yesterday morning with a head cold (brought on in part by the sudden drop in temperature, no doubt) and had work obligations today and yesterday which precluded the pleasure of an extended lunch.

On top of that, concerns about the Old Man are distracting me. Two weeks ago, his oncologist prescribed IV fluids. Today they finally arrived. The nursing director I spoke to today resummarised the entire farcical saga for me, which involves multiple failures from multiple actors. In the interest of social lubrication, I listened to it all, even though I really wanted to simply cut to the chase and be like "WHERE IS OUR SHIT?" Mom does this to me, too. For some reason, it's very important to her that I understand the exact history of how we've reached the present moment when most of the time all I want is to solve our most pressing issue and move on. She complains that I always "want the conclusion first". That's what I give her, then I complain about how she's always bombarding me with questions I can't answer. It's like, if I knew what caused the problem, I'd lead with that.

So home life is still somewhat chaotic. I feel like I do more managing after I leave work than when I arrive. After all, the staff here know what their responsibilities are. If they refused to fulfill them, we'd fire them. But I can't fire my mom (who, at the end of the day, is doing us a massive favour by suspending her life long enough to see us through this never-ending crisis). And I can't really tell her what to do either. I feel bad playing on her guilt feelings, but it's the only thing I know of which really motivates her. She has such ambitious goals and then it takes her an hour just to rise from the bed in the morning.