It’s so weird when I see the parents in the morning before I go to bed. Mom’s heading to an early doctor’s appointment. Her last surgery wasn’t a complete success, so they’re going back in to insert some plastic doohickeys or something to keep her air passages open.
She’ll be back this afternoon, and she should be healed up before she flies out on her next vacation on Monday. The doc says it’s an extremely minor procedure.
But now that I’ve wished her luck with it, it’s time for me to hit the hay. And maybe enjoy a little non-PBS television as I fall asleep.