Sadly, shrift, the only thing that has ever made me willing to write performance evaluations is alcohol.

The weather is making me feel too groggy to even want alcohol. But I've started my evaluation. Maybe I'll reward myself with Last Week Tonight or Brooklyn Nine-Nine if I finish it before the deadline.

I'm glad you weren't hurt, Chris.

Keep us updated chris.

Thanks for the well-wishes,guys. I talked to my insurance company and they're going to cover a two-week hotel stay, plus any moving costs.They even found me one that has full kitchens in the rooms, which will be better than eating out every night.

I'm going to head back to the apartment tomorrow. It's still off-limits, but I can pick up some more stuff.(Including my library books.)

So my mom tripped this morning and broke her right wrist & left kneecap & busted the hell out of her lip. All told, they are 'good' breaks, all the bones stayed put. A knee brace and soft immobilizing cast for her wrist. Goes back to the ortho in a week to see how she's healing.

We'll see which of my parent's patience is tried first. My mom can be an amazingly cranky patient (for a Midwesterner)despite otherwise being the most undemanding person ever, & my dad, well, he always surprises me, in all directions.

Been a day.

oh no sara. This aging parents thing is no fun.

Sounds stressful. I hope your mom heals up well.

No, no fun at all. Mom is soo ticked at that uneven section, she's determined dad will go out & spraypaint it red in the morning. And he will, because it'll be something he can fix.

Oh no, Sara and Chris. A lot of ~ma.

Lots of -ma to your Ma, Sara. Can you take a couple days to go down and 'hang out' which might at least distract her a little as she's getting frustrated getting used to the cast and brace?

I wish to cover all my remaining relatives in bubble wrap, frankly.

I was just reflecting, as one does when one has insomnia, that my aunt's death feels more 'tragic' than my Mom's did because it didn't feel like she was at the end of her road: my Mom had her heart giving out and was ready for it. My aunt's ailments probably added up to an equal amount of illness, but she was still enjoying life, still making plans for adventures. I never had the feeling when I said 'goodbye' that this could be "the last time."

(Boy this post turned maudlin.)