I'm in Fort Lauderdale! In Florida for a week with the plan of helping with all the paperwork and business of my brother's passing, and helping my sister with whatever. Brendon drove over to pick me up from the airport with the intention of just dropping me at my sister's and then driving the couple hours back home. I told him I was going home with him for a few days and heading back over there Tuesday. Can't do anything on the weekend anyway. Up north I take care of people, over on the west coast I take care of people, on this side I'm taken care of so that is the plan for 3 days!
Hanging out while he shoots pool with the guys, finishing up my book before book club Monday. Guys were happily surprised that I showed up with him. Going home is like a mini vaca.
During my whirlwind visit to NY I was prepping for SIL's visit and decided to move the bed away from the slanted dormer section since she is tall. Managed to break the bed frame. So I had to order another one and explain to son the mechanics of out with the old and in with the new in close quarters. They'll figure it out.