We are under a heat warning here today, but the apartment is nicely air conditioned and I don't skimp on that because my husband is elderly (more elderly than me even). But I've also been suffering from depression lately. Anyway, I can't seem to get started on any of a multitude of minor household and personal chores. Well, I did wash some fruit and divided it between husband and self. I made root beer floats for both of us, too. But I have laundry and bills to take care of and an unmade bed and a bathroom vanity cluttered with personal stuff so bad it can barely be used.
He has a slowly progressing dementia of some sort. When he tries to converse he is very circuitous and vague. I pretend to understand, unless it's something important, and then it's necessary to get clarification. Right now he's watching a spy tv show. He tried to summarize the plot to me, although I wasn't interested, and I just acted like I could follow what he was saying.
This wasn't the man I married who used to be quite good company. What I have now is affection but lots of foolish actions and bad jokes. I have to be responsible for more and more things, and that is only going to get worse. I can't see any light at the end of the tunnel. Just darkness.
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A finger in every pie.