Yeah, I'm still alive....

We moved my dad halfway across the country on short notice and I'm wiped out both physically and mentally. For every item I cross off of the "to do" list, two or three more get put onto it. There seems to be no end to the paperwork I have to take care of with his pension plan, Mom's pension plan, Social Security, Veterans' Affairs, all three banks, five insurance companies (covering car, renters' and life), etc., etc., ad nauseum. Dad's no help, his memory's going. Today I handed him a medical alert card he should have put into his wallet while Mom was still alive, and he sits there looking blank for a minute, then says "That's what this is", meaning the wallet. Despite having him in assisted living, I suspect I've just gained a full-time (non-paying) job....

To borrow from a Sam Kinnison routine, "If you love me, KILL ME NOW!"