Evening Walks

My days are busy, filled with moving my parent's life out of their home, visiting my father, talking with his rehab therapists, managing his care, in addition to trying to work, stay healthy, and take care of two frisky dogs.

So my balm, my one saving slivers of time, are the late afternoon now early evening walks with the dogs.  We first go visit Dad, then head to our secret park.  I open the car door and all three of us leap out.  45 minutes of quiet.

That is, until the cell phone rings.

Murphy's day.