It’s 4am and I’m sitting on the couch watching the lightening storm outside, eating a chocolate bar and drinking coffee. My love is with family out of town celebrating the first part of the Father’s Day weekend — his first time celebrating it himself. He returns to us tonight and tomorrow we celebrate together. I’ve just started yet another load of laundry, grateful to have gotten 6 consecutive hours of sleep last night after a week of getting up at night with my mother-in-law every 20 minutes, because her body and brain were in one of her epic no-sleep spin cycles. Yes, Dementia sucks.