I am out in the burbs with Betty.
Nick is away for work, and my very understanding boss said I could work from home. I have a lot of editing, which can be done from anywhere, and my parents' house is closer to INOVA.
So after an afternoon where my father only woke up enough to give a glassy look or two and try to nod in understanding, the phone rang this morning. It was the sitter - someone literally sits in the room, 24 hours a day, just to be sure - calling for my dad.
My dad, she said, wanted to talk to my mom. Talk!
My mom's side:
"Hi Michael! You're talking!"
". . .Come and get you?"
"No, sweetheart, not right now. You have to stay there for a while."
"Well, are you walking?"
"Oh. Are you sitting up?"
"Oh. Are you eating?"
"Well, then, what are you doing?"
We love you, but not so much on the going anywhere yet, Dad.