I am

Writing a new blog in private. It is a journal of my life with my wife. It is not for public consumption.
It is cathartic, or at least supposed to be.
I am watching my wife die.
I am stuck following the directions of a lawyer so I don't lose everything I own with her death (my wife's, not the lawyer's).
The lawyer is good. The advice is very tough to follow, but I am doing it anyway.
I want choices when my wife dies. I want to be able to choose what to do with the house. I won't have that if I go broke and lose it. So, I follow the legal advice, and hope to come out of it in one piece.
My wife is dying. She won't admit it to herself. She is of the opinion that everyone is wrong and is pushing towards going back home. That won't happen.
I have lost a few pounds. It is good to not have to think about food instead of the important things. I get hungry, but I can put if off if I need to.
I am not neglecting myself. I am eating. I am not getting as much exercise as I should.
I worked to clean the bedroom last night. It will take another day or so. I get emotional when I find stuff. It is a good/bad experience.
I am tired in body, spirit, and soul.