Today was frequently sucky.
My mom is fine. My dad is okay. There are other forces in my life acting up.
I choose to think that this is the test before something wonderful. Especially if I make it so.
Mom's doing great, actually. I'm almost afraid to jinx it. PT's hard on her, but she's making huge progress.
But the day ended well - I had coffee and a very restorative dinner with my cousin, and then a trip to Michael's where I bought cheap gigantic knitting needles for the gift basket I'm constructing for the staff (good for OT use) and a plastic canvas needlepoint for my mom. Then I came home and had a mug of hot cocoa and a chat with my dad, which was nice.
Three more days until we point the wagons East. Crazy.