How Goes the Battle?

Driving back and forth from where I was staying to my dad’s nursing home, I would alternate my route, sometimes to avoid the interstate, other times because I enjoyed driving through the country towns and the open expanse of fields.  I had another long day getting my dad settled into the nursing home.  He wasn’t happy about being there even in his somewhat hallucinogenic state.  Yet, he told me he was proud of me while I was standing there writing his name in permanent marker on his clothes.  The hour drive gave me pause from dealing with people for a little while but it never helped to de-stress.  By the time I got home I would sit on the sofa, turn on the television and just stare.