I feel so singular lately, so empty.
It's nothing I can explain to anyone because the one person who would understand is in a different plane of existence right now. I just wish I knew for sure what was going on at any given time. But that's the ultimate cosmic joke - the control freak has discovered the one thing she has no hope of controlling. I feel bad for your dad, though. He knows something's wrong, but he doesn't know what to do to help. The truth is, I don't know if there is anything he can do.
I don't know how long this lull will last. The evenings are the worst. Things will likely change next month. And the month after that. And the month after that. Sorry for my morose tone. I should head for bed soon.