I Think Karal is Over This Winter Garbage, But I Have to Be Honest With Her, It's Just the Beginning of This Season

I spent the day working on syllabi, in preparation for the first week, and then went out to dinner with the Chair of the English Department at the Whiskey Barrel, then headed to the Irish Club of Milford to meet Bev, Leo, Sharon, and others for Over Easy, the 60s and 70s cover band. If my stomach wasn't so full from dinner, I might have danced.

I received a text from Jessy, however, while out that her father who was put into hospice a couple of weeks ago, had passed this evening. This, too, came after hearing Eileen, my R&T partner in crime, lost her mother. 2025 is not being good to so many I love and know. Too much loss in such a short time. It seems a little overwhelming.

Karal and I got a long walk in, but she spent most of the days under blankets feeling cold.

I also lost the syllabi I was working on do to my failure to save it before I closed out (which was my stupidity). 

I plan to use this Sunday to cook for the Alicea as they prepare for family to come to celebrate the life of Jessy's father. My last memory with him was when we helped Jessy move into her knew Condo and built furniture for her, although he was told, "Slow down. Crandall's got this."

Also caught the Louisville game for a win, and Syracuse did the job, too. Tis the season of NCAA Basketball to help us ride these stay-inside weeks.

Okay, Sunday...day of rest...perhaps that should be a priority. Ah, but I'm thinking of others, the heaviness of it all, and will do what I can. It's the least we can do. Phew.