Mom still in hospital. Still don’t know when she’ll be getting out. My bro & I had Christmas dinner with her at the hospital, and she seemed better then, but has gotten a little worse since, so they’re keeping her in for now. Megan works tomorrow (actually today; I can’t sleep tonight for some reason) so she can keep an eye on her.
There really is no escape for Megan. Sometimes her work follows her home. Sometimes it’s actually in her home, the way it was on Christmas night when I managed to fall and acquire a long and very bloody scrape right above my left eyebrow, accessorized by magnificent carpet burns both above and below the eye and with the most subtle of black eyes. Meg put me back together with butterfly stitches and gauze pads and I spent most of the following day removing what little stomach contents I had (when I make huge, elaborate dinners, I never want to eat them) and sleeping. I’m a natural at this trailer trash stuff, I’m telling you.