2:00 and all’s well!
Or… as good as it can be, I suppose. Pa Filthie has a broken hip and a broken shoulder. Surgery is on the menu within the next 48 hours. He’s as comfortable as he can be, and he sleeps a lot. Mom is back to being awful, but… whatever. She’s old, she’s in a rotten situation, and she will do what she’s gonna do… all I can do is be the best son I can and stay out of her way. We are pretty much in a holding pattern now.
Thank you for the well wishes and prayers. It means more than you know.