It's a game of 52-Card Pick Up

I wonder whether Chloe is grieving?

I've had a hard time getting into writing the last few days.

Ninety-nine percent of what I've written to date has been about my parents. The popularity of my blog — particularly because of peoples' interest in my dad — has rested on stories about Mom and Dad.

I've kind of lost my fire now that their stories have mostly been told.

I know, there's still plenty more regarding the whole grieving process and what adult children face when taking care of the things that represented their parents' entire lives.

And as an "ager," I know there's more than enough to talk about. Good stuff. Bad stuff.

I suppose I'll get there.

I'm still too busy doing a whole lot of nothing and engaging in meaningless busy-ness, though — even though I have a bunch of things waiting for me to do.

I had a friend come up to me yesterday and encourage me to concentrate on being kind to myself now that I had more time to focus on myself.

So I went to the gym ... which I have been doing, thankfully.

And I sent Dorsey this text:

That wasn't very kind, was it?

Maybe I'm just grieving.