I drove our daughter to a summer class at Duke today--left at 9:30 am, got back at 8:30 pm. It didn't seem like as long a day of driving as it was; she and I talked to whole way up and I had downloaded several new albums to listen to on the way back. I tried to explain the whole family financial situation to her and she seemed reassured to know. My father gave the kids college funds when they were born which have done very well, so I'm not worried about our new situation limiting them.
I called John from the road to tell him when I would get home, and I asked him if he had gone to church. I didn't particularly expect it--it is something which has always been more my thing than his--but he likes the Sunday evening service we have been going to recently. He said he hadn't been able to motivate himself. I thought that was interesting, that he saw it as not being able to motivate himself. That applies, I think, to doing more exercise--he knows it is a good thing but needs structure to motivate him. He says he does want to try Silver Sneakers, so maybe he and I will go sign up at the Recreation Center tomorrow after his urologist appointment. I wish so much for him to have motivation to do as much as he can, but the disease is taking that away.