It depends on how things go. I have an elderly aunt who was moved into a nursing home yesterday for hospice/comfort care. Her heart is failing and I'm the medical proxy for her.
I finally picked up a journal/notebook to write in, so I'm going to write something... if nothing else to distract me from the impending death. It's funny how death makes you think of life and of sex.
Thinking about it... I've got a cold and that isn't condusive to doing anything about it.
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