My morning kickstart for what’s going to be a keep-a-stiff-upper-lip sort of day. In the roller coaster that is geriatric medicine, it has been determined that Mom is mobile enough to come home. By complete strangers who don’t know that her chief caregiver is an 81-year-old rheumatoid arthritic who hasn’t had much sleep for a week. I’ll just step off the soapbox right there. (Have I thanked all of you recently for putting up with all the angst and tooth-gnashing that has accompanied my notes lately? I need to.)
Reading through others’ notes on this one…much being said about how stout and occasionally bitter it is. As a die-hard Assam lover, this is right smack in the middle of my tasty zone. Wheat toast in a cup. A little nourishment to remind me that “those who wait upon the Lord…will walk and not grow weary.” Or if you prefer Winston Churchill, a little boost so I can Keep Plodding On.