Senior Moments: When sorting socks is the only thing you can do

At 3:16 am, by the light of the full moon shining through our bedroom window, I am straightening out my husband’s sock drawer. Serenaded by the sound of his breathing as he sleeps in our bed a few feet behind me, I begin sorting.
Although it may seem odd, it’s actually comforting doing some small thing that might make his days easier. For a few moments, it masks the helplessness I feel at not being able to turn myself into the miracle medicine that will make him well.
So I stack