I'm sorry, meara. I hope your friend responds well to treatment.
The painting is just beautiful, David. Has Matilda seen it?
We have been burning the candle at multiple ends lately. Having my MIL here has been exhausting, but manageable. Mostly non-stop meal prep and dishes. She sleeps on the couch, so I make up and break down the bedding daily. She is getting around better and can do much on her own, but is very noncompliant with PT. Also, she listens to reels on her phone at a loud volume. And of course, believes everything she sees is real. We have explained to her that most of what she is watching is AI-generated or otherwise fake. Crap like multiple times reports of Mom Guthrie being found, or suspects arrested. Sigh. DH has been renovating both of her bathrooms, handling basketball, and preparing yearly reports for all our doctors. He is exhausted.
So... I planned myself a weekend birthday escape! Saturday night, a friend's band is playing at a hotel in Boca Raton. The guitar player and his wife live in my building, and she is in my book club. They are a Dead tribute band, as well as other rock of that genre. Anyway, old hippie friends of my age. I went ahead and booked a small balcony suite at the hotel so we can spend the afternoon by the pool and at the spa, partake of drinks from the poolside bar, have dinner, watch the band perform, then just go upstairs and crash without having to drive home. Pretend I am on vacation and not just 10 miles from home. My SIL is picking up MIL to take her to her house Saturday night, and my son is coming over to stay here and take care of the dog.
Of course, I have not told Brendon any of this, except that he is mine from midday Saturday to midday Sunday.