In more ways than one. I feel like Lady Macbeth again. I can't get the smell of blood off my hands, and I didn't even have the pleasure of killing anyone first.
Spent most of the day in the ER. Mom suffered another would-be killer nosebleed. It's been a hell of a month for her. Won't bore you with the details, but she's taken a sudden turn for the worse. It's gotten so bad, even my stubborn little Iron Chipmunk concedes she needs help with just about everything. So, sometime between now and August 29, I need to set up 24/7 care.
In the meantime, thanks to my darling spouse person (who delivered a cable modem and pizza to Mom's apartment this evening) I'll be posting from my mom's instead of my usual stand. Now if I can only figure out how to get the cat here without freaking him out. Greg's a lot more flexible that way. *g*