My father had the first of several eye surgeries on Friday. He is not a good patient. My mother is no longer dragging her left knee, but she is getting tired of PT three times a week and has skipped it several times already. The spirit has left my grandmother and she is now an empty vessel. She spends her days staring blankly. I am tired. Tonight will be a long night spent on a middle school history project. “Select an item from the Billy Joel song ‘We Didn’t Start the Fire’ about popular culture 1949-1963 and create a project on it. No written reports.” Ummm, ok.