Decomp***

**aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh*** this is me decomposing, I mean decompressing, I mean relaxing. Whatever. The nursing home therapists and nurses gave dad the straight dope and told him he couldn't leave until he could live independently and that he was in complete control of determining when that would be. Now I don't have to keep wrestling with the "to force or not to force" conundrum. I'm also now starving because I couldn't eat until now, too many knots in the stomach. That also reminds me, I hope The Delta Force Cat didn't eat the mouse on my bed.