Half Speed

Late Friday evening.

This one is simple.

This illness has been wrecking shop on our house all week.

Not one person.

All of us.

Just different levels of miserable.

David missed multiple days of school.

Zoey missed school.

Jacob has been been hanging on.

Asher crashed at 6 PM one night and never really bounced back.

My wife has been pushing through.

I’ve been pushing through.

Everybody has.

Work never stops.

School never stops.

Life never really pauses because the whole family feels awful.

You just keep moving.

Medicine.

Meals.

Meetings.

Laundry somehow multiplying in secret.

Today was especially full.

Back-to-back phone calls.

Twelve hours logged.

So much moving at once that I realized, just a few moments ago, that I never even called my dad to tell him happy birthday.

I fixed that.

But that one stung a little.

No baseball at all this week.

And honestly?

That’s been rough on everyone.

Funny how quickly sitting under field lights becomes part of your rhythm.

Part of normal life.

Tomorrow is swimming.

And I’m holding onto a dad-level theory that chlorine fixes sinus infections.

No evidence.

No science.

No peer review.

Just hope.

Some weeks aren’t about progress. They’re about maintenance. Keeping everyone fed, moving, resting, and cared for until things finally begin to turn around. Sometimes surviving the week is enough.

This is a grounded moment where half speed still counts as moving forward.

Much love. Stay safe. Wash your damn hands. Call your parents if you can. I’ll see you Monday.