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News: somebody gave Christine solid food before she should get it. She's was in a great deal of discomfort last night. Growl. [Um, that's me growling at the person who flubbed, not her stomach.] She should be home today. I am so looking forward to it.

I scooped Edward up late last night and brought him in: he wanted out at the crack of dawn this morning. I feel like he likes us people but feels he's intruding on the others' territory. Three cats are enough. (But someone's been showing photos of a grey fluffy kitten-cat that needs a home....)

Family news: my mother is in Florida as care decisions are being made about her father. I don't know that any of us grandkids have much fondness for the man, but we do worry abut the distress this is causing my mother. She's projecting all her own insecurities all over, and her resentment with her father's wife is palpable. Both are in their mid 90s, but her father is weak and frail and his wife is still a vital woman. Mom has issues with women aging, period: her father's wife and my dad's mother are both bottle redheads, both "feisty" "spitfire" women. But really, their vitality seems like it's really normal: it was my mother's mother who was such a sweet delicate woman. Anyhow, my mother is churning with distress as she looks at her father's wife "dressed to the nines" and evaluates his two poorly fitting, stained pair of slacks. She's off to buy cleaning supplies, clothes for her father, and so on: taking care of him in a way his wife isn't.

My Dad fumes, because my Grandfather is retired Navy, with an easily calculable pension. They are financially well off, home and car paid for: they can afford help. Mom thinks they won't have help because it would "cramp her stepmther's style;" Dad thinks it's also my Grandfather's inability to spend a dime.

Meanwhile, i'm OK. I'm going to throw money at my laundry.

I'm delighted to know i will be tippity tapping in bed with Christine beside me tonight.

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So Christine had a very rough night (including no one came with her sleeping pill, a computer started alarming in the vestibule of her room, apparently the nurse didn't come when she pressed the call button so she called the hospital operator for help, no sleep until 4 am), and by this morning she was texting her doctor to "Get me out of here, please!"

She's home now, and it's good for both of us. I feel a little flat of affect in some ways, and also like a terribly important thing has happened for us. I want to process details and particular moments, but mainly i need to process them with Christine, and she's a bit traumatized.

I'm holding witness for some things that happened today, and i want to hear how she experienced them.

A bit traumatized is probably an understatement: she spent a long time in a hospital after a head injury as a child ("WEAR A HELMET!" she shouts at bicyclists now). That was traumatic then, she knows her experience is a mix of old experience and new.

On the other hand, she makes jokes and plays with words. It's good she's home.

( What i sent out by email )