The Traveling Wilburys or some other group recorded song many years ago with this title. There are many days when I feel just like this. We are free falling through life with Parkinson.

There are days when I wish I could see the world through her eyes. There are days when I wish I could sense the world through her jumbled senses. There are days when I wish I could understand why it was important to stack the Kleenex just so.

It is exhausting.

This morning as I think about Cheryl’s disease and how it is affecting her and how it has changed our life my emotions about it all are jumbled up in my thoughts.

Love is carrying us through it all but a few more scientific facts would be useful.

Some evenings go smoothly and she is calm when she goes to bed at night. She sleeps. I sleep. Those facts may have little to do with outcomes of the next day. Last night I lowered my expectations of her and suffered along. Eventually about 1 AM sleep happened.

Today we have donuts for breakfast.

Carpe – this – Diem. The next day may not be.