I think I've gone as far as I can at the moment with this business of writing about my Dad, at least on a day-to-day basis. I've pretty much said what I wanted to say, and complaining about the situation every night doesn't help. There aren't that many things that happen to my Dad on a given day, nor things he does and says that are substantially different from what he did or said the night before.
Tonight he has a cold. Also, the bump on his hand is actively hurting now, not just being annoying. But that's the sum total of news.
I'm going to try to keep up on the blogging, but it's best that I find other things to write about besides this one depressing area of my life.