OK, I’ve had all the time in the world to write this, and no time at all.

Short version: my mother in law came to visit for Thanksgiving. Thursday morning (at 2:00 AM) she fell, hard, and has broken her right arm.

She’s ok. Except? She’s not.

She’s still here.

This is a good thing, in that she lives alone, and at the moment cannot get out of a chair by herself.

This is a bad thing, in that I am ill prepared to be a nurse.

(side note: be nice to your kids, someday they’ll be the ones lifting your ass off the toilet)

More later, when I find my sense of humor again. This has been one. long. weekend.

Oh, one moment of levity – the day after it happened? She said (I’m not kidding): “Y’all go out, I can watch the kids.”