Er, rather, “Transitions.”

It’s fine. I think. Everyone is nice. The first week was wild – someone coming and going all the time. Nurses, supplies drop off, social workers, medicine… it was just a lot.

Now there is something of a rhythm. Pain meds are managed and P feels pretty OK as long as he’s lounging in bed. Thankfully, it isn’t making him sleep too much, and we’re able to spend a lot of time together. We’ve watched a lot of Adam Sandler movies, old 90s classics, and Brooklyn 99.

Conor had a great Spring break with his cousins (what a blessing it is that he’s so comfortable with them!) and now that he’s back, we’ve found some evening routines that work. On nights he doesn’t have baseball, we heat up some of the yummy food either family or doordash have provided, and we pop something fun on TV and eat upstairs in our room. While C is at school, I’ve been working on a lap desk next to P while he watches TV. He’s keeping up with work and even taking meetings.

Somehow it’s hectic and very chill all at the same time? I’m not sure I can explain it.

It feels like we could just go on like this forever.

But of course, that’s not how this works.

So there’s a lot of administration of it all – auto-pays and subscriptions to cancel. Tickets for a planned adventure to Boston to sell. Discussions about finances, and which car to keep and how to distribute tools. Memory-making crafts to assemble and pictures and videos to take. Presents to buy and advice to give. And, oh yeah, we need to find time to have fun and say all the things and let people say what they need to say, too.

Alright. That’s all I’ve got right now. Season 4 heist episode is on.