Parental Debrief.

I just wrote a really whiny entry about my parents leaving tomorrow and how odd our week has been. Yes, they stayed here for a week. Completely drama-free (except for when I cried, but that was always about physical pain and besides, only happened once or twice). I am totally grateful for them. They did things like fix the toilet, deadhead my roses, go grocery shopping--things I literally am not allowed to do for another few days. We watched a great movie and an okay movie, we solved crosswords, we played spades, we hung out with my friends. Right now they're "playing" bridge together on my Dad's computer and they're talking strategy and whatnot and it's the cutest thing in the world.

I spent the past couple weeks being quietly anxious (or not so quiet, so shush, you who is about to call me on my understatement) about having my folks here. The report is: clear weather.

Now if I could just stand up, roll over, or sit down without losing my breath in pain, the world would be a great, great place.