My mom’s still not feeling so great, but she does seem slightly better than yesterday and the day before. Hopefully whatever this bug is, it will be out of her system before too much longer. And, I hope, without passing through anyone else’s system (i.e., without making me or my father as sick).
I spent the morning waiting around for my car’s windshield to be replaced. I got to the repair place around 8 o’clock this morning, and I returned home around 11. In between that, I just hung out in their waiting room. Thankfully, I had my iPad along with me, but I can definitely see why people leave their cars and come back for them later. And if the shop wasn’t closed for the weekend at 5 o’clock on Friday, I’d have considered doing that too.
Anyway, it was a long but not terrible morning. I got to listen to a few horror stories by one of the guys who works there, who apparently also works as a mechanic for the highway patrol. It makes you cold, he told one of the other customers, seeing all those dead bodies. The customer, who had apparently once been an EMT, said he knew exactly what he meant.
At 11, I came home to take the dog out and check on my mom. Then I caught a train into Manhattan and worked a half day.
Exciting stuff, I know.
Eee. That must not have been a very pleasant conversation to listen to. Though maybe you can use it in a story later down the road?
Sorry your mom still isn’t feeling back to normal. Tell her the Calgary contingent sends their best wishes for a speedy recovery!