Well, now, this time it's not my fault.

I don't know what happened to yesterday's post. It never posted. It still refuses to post. @#$*&!!!

Oh, and? %.

Fortunately, I didn't say much. Mom is tired and frustrated, but good (they're wearing her out over there). I went to group PT with her this am; it put a whole other spin on "group therapy," of course. They'd abbreviated it "STG" on her schedule; we couldn't figure out what this was. Turns out it means Standing Group Therapy. Because apparently "Cantankerous Old People Doing Silly Tasks and Having Fun Despite Themselves Group" was too complicated an acronym. I laughed, probably inappropriately, more than once at the old guy next to my mom who kept missing his mark and saying, "Oh, shit!"

I'm a redhead again. And have a great new cut and a gallon of shampoo. And sore abs from laughing so hard this evening. But now, it's 1:30 in the morning (I started this post about 10 hours ago) and I need to be back at the hospital in a mere 6 hours, so I'm going to go to bed. More tomorrow. No, really.