This is how it works

Today was a mixed bag sort of day. I got out of the house for a bit and went and had lunch with a couple of the folks I used to work with. Will need to do another lunch as a half-hour isn't really much time to catch up with anyone. But it was nice to get out of the house. It was also nice to find that at least one of the bookstores in town is still open and to sit and have a nice ice tea and chat with a friend over the phone. Took the longer way home to enjoy the drive and ran a few errands. So that was all nice.

The harder part of the day was that my dad was having a really rough day, and it is very, very hard to see that and know there is little I can do to help.

The interesting thing is that for the past few days I've had Regina Spektor's "On the Radio" stuck in my head. I found this years ago (back when I was still in the Peace Corps) through this spectacular fan-video rec'd by one of my fellow volunteers. That then lead me to the fanfiction that the vid was dedicated to a wonderful work by called Freedom's Just Another Word for Nothing Left To Loose. This fic has become not only one of my favorite fics of all time, but is also far and away one of the best stories I have ever read concerning grief and PTSD.

So I guess it isn't terribly surprising that I have the song stuck in my head. ( The lyrics manage to be both poignant and playful. )