Back from the cemetery. The good news is the weather was decent and there were a lot of people, so it was quick. The first bad news is that the markers were very eroded, so not much to photograph. The other bad news is that the back door of the van won’t open from the inside. It already wouldn’t open from the outside.
Looks like we’re forced to get it fixed, now.
Ah. Sometimes, the eroded tombstones are quite legible when photographed, like petroglyphs. But I understand not being able to do it for one reason or another. It’s OK, as it sounds like you were in too much of a hurry, anyway.
Ohno! So sorry about the back door on the van! I hate when I’m forced to do something that will cost time and money.
PW sent me a text earlier asking if I was OK, and I figured out she just wanted someone to talk to because FS isn’t back yet. ETA 0300. She had gotten someone to stay with her last night (young girl from the ward) so I was quite the afterthought. Which is fine. I was a little short with her, but then told her I was in another relapse, so maybe that will excuse my rudeness.
It’s Carol’s birthday today, and I tried to call earlier, but no one answered so I figured she was either out with her husband somewhere or at the doctor’s. She’s not going to have any chemo or any kind of radical treatment, so it may be that Roy was caring for her and wouldn’t stop. Good for him. He needs to focus on her.