I had a good experience playing with a spreadsheet, and finally figuring out how to draw a graph. What concerns me is that so much time has taken me to do this, that the tasks that need to get done are spreading me thin.
And I'm afraid the insight that might leave me restless tonight, is that I appear to wish to meet my own need to "get things done" than to meet the needs of my parent, as though my obsessive side has taken over my life, instead of being compassionate.
Author Ray Robertson quotes a Japanese tanka, in his book "Why Not fifteen reasons to live" which is a type of poem, praising someone's beloved this way:
If from your mouth
there hung a hundred year-old tongue
and you would babble
I still would not cease to care
but indeed my love would grow.
I need to take a walk to clear my head since it seems my intentions are misplaced.