“You’re doing too much too soon!” dad told me scolding me a moment ago on the phone. “Your mother just called and said you went and got an estimate for that black lady's car. You need to let her family handle all that.”
“Yes sir,” I replied. Dad is right. I am an all or nothing fellow and went from 0 to 60 in a matter of a day.
“Rest for a week,” he said. “Listen to your music. Enjoy your home theater. Just relax and let your medications work. I told your mother not to get y’all up something to do either like she will often do. She’s resting as well. I ordered you both some downtime. I will see you at three or four with your medications for the day.”