No good place to start. 

So. Here. Now.

Alexa got bored of Les Paul pretty fast. Rod Stewart's "Forever Young" is playing and my dad's in his new recliner, about 1/5 of the way to standing, looking at a box of records I gathered from around the place in a panic when he started trying to get out of the chair (he takes awhile to move these days, so I was back before anything too horrible could happen).

He'd said he was gonna go upstairs to look at his records. The thing is, last November he broke his pelvis and some of his back, going upstairs. 

He's come a long way since. But except on a day like today, when he forgot, he's pretty much accepted he's isn't...going upstairs...again.