Not sure where, not sure what I will be doing. Wherever and whatever, it’s probably safe to say it will have something to do with my personal fight with alzheimer’s disease. Every time I go with the feelings I get, something occurs that increases my knowledge concerning alzheimers and at the same time moves me away from thinking of myself as an athlete. I appreciate Mark Bravo’s definition of “athlete” and that definition is not the one I am moving from.
Mom is good and will be taken care of.
Something always seems to lead me, and their is always a reason for it . . . . .