Here’s a vision for you. It was the first thing I saw this morning. I heard a commotion in the hallway and opened my eyes to see . . .

Lily wearing the top of her pajamas, no pants, no diaper, with one ladybug rainboot on and one bare foot, and brandishing a toilet brush (a dirty one, I might add) like a sword while making strange clucking/screeching sounds. Apparently she’s feeling much better.

Now Arden has her cold/cough. 3600 Riverchase Court has been nicknamed “Repository of Germs”.

Mom and I went to visit dad last night. He was on some seriously good drugs. At one point he was trying to talk while falling asleep, so his lips were barely open. He was trying to tell mom how to get home (even though she wasn’t in the room) and he told her to take 75 south. That would be fine, if we were still in Michigan. You gotta love Demerol. He wasn’t doing very well last night when we saw him - throwing up, out of it, and in some pain, so I’m hoping he’s doing better today. Lily has already informed me that she plans to “kith Grampy’s boo boo”. Lucky Grampy . . .