Well, I was up in the night because of the migraine, and then, as I was trying to go back to sleep, the text messages started from my two Favorite Children.
Grandson #1 has been evacuated with his little family in OR because of fires there and in northern CA, (they lived between the fires, and may not have a home to go back to) and Grandson #2 is in Portland, enduring the riots. Both boys have three babies, and my Favorite Daughter is beside herself.
And the G-Ma can do nothing but pray for all of them.
My Favorite Son has been inferring that Grandson #4 has been celebrating his 18th birthday all week, and it doesn’t actually come until Saturday. How fun is that? No news on Grandson #3, so I’m guessing everything is OK with them.
(The computer didn’t want to accept someone named “ArGrr,” for some reason...)
Good morning. I hope everything works out for all the family personnel!
Joe: Did you hear Stan's wife left him?
Mitch: No. I know she was always a little afraid of him. How did she tell him?
Joe: She left a note on the bathroom mirror, the full length one.
Mitch: How did Stan take it?
Joe: He was beside himself.
A little ArGrr humor, there.