Saturday, March 15, 2025
Good morning, everyone! Or, for those of you who I just learned read these posts late in the dayâgood night. Yesterdayâs dentist visit went better than expected. Back in the day, I wasnât exactly a model flosser. My old hygienist never let me forget it, especially when my gums turned into a crime scene during cleanings. But when I started seeing Cindyâs dentist, Dr. Julie, I decided to step up my gameâmostly.
Friday, March 14, 2025
Good morning and Happy St. Patrickâs Day weekend! âď¸ We have an early dentist appointment this morning, and Iâm already bracing myself. I seriously considered making my last cleaning my last cleaningâmy teeth donât hurt, so why bother? But I like my dentist, Dr. Julie. Not the cleaning, just her. We always have a great âconversation,â which consists of her asking thoughtful questions while I respond with muffled grunts. Dr. Julie: So, howâs tax season going?
Thursday, March 13, 2025
Good morning, friends and family. The bathroom remodel should end todayâthough The plumber is coming after his regular union job to install all the fixtures in the bathroom and Iâm most excited about the bidet. Everything Iâve read says itâs a game changer for personal hygiene and independence, and frankly, Iâm all for anything that makes life easier. That said, I have a complicated history with bidets. Nicole and Zack have one in their basement bathroom, and Iâve had a couple of incidentsâletâs just say, when you accidentally activate an unexpected Arctic blast, you wake up faster than with any cup of coffee.
Wednesday, March 12, 2025
Good morning, world! Yesterday was another exhausting tax day. My âGod wink,â Jim, returned for his review. The moment we saw each other, we both smiled. A brief chat, a warm connectionâthen he sat with another counselor while I tried to refocus on my own client. But my mind kept drifting back to Jimâhis health struggles, his compassion for mine. When he finished, he made a point to come back, leaned in, and whispered, âKeep fighting and keep your spirits up.
Tuesday, March 11, 2025
Good morning, everyone. Itâs another Tax Tuesday, which means I expect to see Jim, my new client from last Thursday, back to finish his return. Iâve thought about him often since we metâmaybe too often. A small, irrational part of me worries that his congenital heart failure might have taken him. But then I shake that off and remind myselfâheâs got the spirit of a âFighting Irishâ warrior. âď¸ Heâll be there, bright and early, with his wife, ready to tackle the numbers once again.
Monday, March 10, 2025
Day 209 Good morning, everyone! Up and at âem at 4:01 a.m. todayâback to business as usual. Good to know I donât have to play the “spring forward, fall back” game again for another 237 days. Seriously, can we all just agree to leave the clocks alone? Yesterday, the moving crewâŚalso known as âfamily always has your backââŚarrived to help shuffle the big furniture back into the bedroom. Huge thanks to Mark, Barb, Donna, and Joe!
Sunday, March 9, 2025 Day 208
Good morning, and welcome to time-change hellâwhere the clocks shift, and my body remains hopelessly confused.
I have this habit (some might call it a disorder) of waking up between 3:30 and 4:00 a.m. every day. So, when I woke up at 3:30 a.m. new time, my half-asleep brain immediately screamed, “Wait! Thatâs 2:30 a.m. old time! You cannot get up yet!” Like a responsible adult, I rolled over and tried to sleep some more. But the problem with playing time-zone gymnastics in your head is that every time you glance at the clock, you have to do math. And math at 4:30 a.m. (or was it 3:30?) is not my strong suit. I went through this cycle of confusion until finally, at 6:15 a.m. (definitely new timeâI think), I admitted defeat and got out of bed.
Why do we still do this time-change nonsense? Who exactly is in charge of the clocks, and why do they hate us? Now that the shift has happened, I assume weâre on daylight savings time⌠or standard time⌠or some kind of time. Iâll figure it out once Iâm fully awakeâso, maybe by Wednesday.
Yesterday, the painters arrived bright and early at 6:45 a.m. (old time, for those still tracking at home) and worked until 4:30 p.m. (new time). These guys put in another full day of work while I inadvertently signed up for a full day of Spanish immersion. One of the painters was a talkerâa nonstop stream of conversation. I nodded along like I understood, but by the end of the day, I had learned about as much Spanish as I did in high school: nada.
By late afternoon, it was time to head out to The Breakers to celebrate Markâs leap-year birthday. Geoff and Kristen made the long trek from the city to join us, and as we pulled into the parking lot at 5:00 p.m., I was surprised to see that most of the spaces were already full. Strange, considering the restaurant had only opened an hour earlier. Theresa seniors were out in full force again. Fortunately, Barb had the foresight to make a reservation, 24 hours earlier. There were only two open tables when we walked in.
The evening was filled with good company, delicious Chinese food, and a couple of dangerously strong Mai Tais. I made the wise decision to avoid the burger this timeâlast Sundayâs attempt had left me with something resembling a hockey puck on a bun, which wasnât suitable for the âdoggy bagâ. Excellent choice, because dinner was fantastic, and the time with family was even better. Two Mai Tais in, fortune cookies consumed, and winning lottery numbers lost somewhere on the table.
Mark paid the dinner billâŚnot sure how that worksâŚit was his birthday! Thanks Mark. Barb offered to escort me to the car, which seems to be a new thing with me. Find a female and lean helplessly into themâŚnext thing ya know they are holding me tight. đGiven that our parking spot was practically in another zip code, it really was helpful. Thanks, Barb.
This morning, the electrician is scheduled to arrive at 8:00 a.m. (new timeâprobably) to hook things up. Itâs supposed to take just a couple of hours, but based on my track record of estimating project timelines, Iâll go ahead and assume weâre looking at a full day. After this, the only major task left is installing the bathroom plumbing fixtures. Well⌠technically thatâs not the last thing. Weâve got a small crew coming in to clean the bedroom and move the furniture back in. But once thatâs done, life should finally start to resemble something normal again.
In the meantime, I think Iâll head back to bedâjust to make absolutely sure Iâm adjusted to this new time
Have a great Sunday! Tomorrow should feel more normal.
Love you guys!â¤ď¸
Saturday, March 8, 2025
Day 207 Good morning, friends, family, and curious internet wanderers. The Perks of an Uncounted Audience One thing I appreciate about this blog is that it doesnât count how many people read it. Thereâs something comforting about thatâit still feels like an intimate space, which makes it easier for me to write honestly. Iâm still typing away on my iPhone, and I plan to keep it that way. Iâve tried using my computer, but thereâs just too much intimidating white space staring back at me.
Friday, March 7, 2025
Day 206 Good morning, everybody. Just when I thought I had a grip on my emotions, the bottom dropped out early in the day. I was reading a comment on the blogâa message from one of Cindyâs longtime high school besties. It was full of kindness, compassion, and encouragement. I had read it a few times already, and each time, it brought tears to my eyes. Cindy hadnât seen it yet, so I tried to read it aloud to her.
Thursday, March 6, 2025
Day 205 Good morning, all. Walking, Chewing Gum, and Nearly DyingâAgain Itâs well established that my walking is, letâs say, challenged, and swallowing isnât exactly my strong suit either. On Tuesday, while prepping taxes, a couple sat down, and the wife offered me a stick of gum. Naturally, the first thought in my head: Is my breath bad? But no, she was just being nice. So, I pop the gum in, take a couple of chews, andâbamâinstant juiciness overload.
Wednesday, March 5, 2025
Day 204 Good morning, family and friends! Another day, another tax return. Yesterday was a long oneâwe didnât leave until after the bank had closed. Iâve often wondered what would happen if we accidentally got locked in overnight. The conference room, where we work, is in the basement surrounded by concrete walls with no cell service. Not exactly a prime setting for an escape thriller. In ten years of doing this, not once has a bank employee checked to see if we actually made it out before locking up.
Tuesday, March 4, 2025
Day 203 Good morning!! Welcome to another Tax Tuesdayâbut not just any Tuesday. Itâs Fat Tuesday! Every tax season, I make a weekly stop for donuts, but today is special. Itâs Fat Tuesday which means itâs PÄ czki Day. If you miss them today, itâs a full year of waiting. Country Donuts is the best and theyâre five minutes from the house. So everybody will be happy when they see me today.
Monday, March 3, 2025
Day 202 Good morning, everyone! Hope you all have a week filled with laughter, smiles, and good friends. Yesterday was a whirlwind of people, projects, and, of course, more attempts to fatten me up. If Iâm still losing weight, then I have the perfect weight-loss planâŚalbiet with some undesirable side-effects. The day started with Brandon, our trim carpenter, who was back to install the ADA bathroom fixtures. This was the part of the remodel Iâd been both anticipating and dreading.
Sunday, March 2, 2025
Day 201 Good morning, and welcome to Andyâs Army! For those of you just joining this adventure, let me catch you up. I started this journal-turned-blog one week after my diagnosis on August 13, 2024, as a way to keep the kids updated on my physical and mental health. I wanted to explain, in my own words, what I was going through and how I was handling this curveball life threw at me.
Saturday, March 1, 2025
Day 200 Good morning, and welcome to March! Today is a much-needed rest day. The week has been nonstop, and my body has had enough. The legs are worn out, my tongue has staged a protest, and my overall energy reserves are in the red. Letâs just say I wasnât exactly practicing energy conservation this week. Itâs 4:50 a.m., as I sit here reflecting, I realizeâI had a good week. A great week, actually.
Friday, February 28, 2025
Day 199 Good morning, everyone! Itâs fun-filled Friday, and weâre off to an early start. Weâve got an hourâs drive to Glenbrook Hospital for PT and OT at 7:30 AM. That means hitting the road by 6:15 AM and playing speed racer with the morning commuters. Once upon a time, I was a pro at thisâback in the days when my left hand held a cigarette, my right hand balanced a coffee cup, and somehow, in between, I managed to shift gears without completely losing control.
Thursday, February 27, 2025
Day 198 Good morning, everyone! Thank you for being part of Andyâs Army. Every morning when I wake up, Iâm humbled that so many of you want to read about my life with ALS and how weâre managing this shitty disease. And by âwe,â I mean the collective âweââall of you who are part of our lives, plus the ones Iâm sure we donât even know about. Your support, love, friendship, and joy mean the world to us, and I couldnât be more grateful.
Wednesday, February 26, 2025
Day 197 Good morning, everybody! A brand-new day to appreciate, endure, and enjoy. Last nightâs sleep? A disaster of sorts between 2:00 and 4:00. Fitful, restless, and punctuated by dreams that felt just a little too real. Yesterday was Tuesday tax day, and it was an absolute madhouse. We were backed up all day, and you could see the frustration brewing in peopleâs facesâŚarms crossed, feet tapping, and eyes rolling and scanning the room wishing for eye contact to impress upon us, their agitation.
Tuesday, February 25, 2025
Day 196 Good morning, friends and family! Itâs Tuesday Taxes! I genuinely look forward to these days. I know that sounds strangeâmaybe even downright bizarreâto most of you, but I actually enjoy this type of volunteering. As they say, donât knock it until youâve tried it! Then again, now that I think about it, everyone reading this is going to be involved in taxes one way or another. Good luck! âď¸đ¸đ¸đ¸
Monday, February 24, 2025
Day 195 Good morning, everyone. Welcome to a new week as we turn the calendar to March. Soon, another time change, which I really dislike, will be upon us. We can talk later on that. The taper (sounds like a Mafia figure) arrived yesterday at 7:15 a.m. with his 10-year-old son, Alexander, after driving an hour to get here. Thatâs early for a Sundayâsimilar to waking Alex up for his weekend swim meets.