Just got some meds in a big, tall ice chest box. Mom opened it thinking someone sent her a pizza for Christmas.
Oh, dear.
Afternoon, all. I had a phone meeting with my spiritual director, who is doing okay today (he has leukemia), and then had a nap because my sciatica didn’t hurt for a change.
Sally and her boyfriend turned up to borrow the pickup and Vlad to move a sofa.
Oh, dear. I’m so sorry, Nully. This must be extremely difficult for you and your son to deal with.
I wish I knew how to help in the way you need it most.
{{{{Nully}}}}