My parents’ house burned. Well, part of it. The fire started in the attic and spread throughout that space before the smoke started pouring into the house. The fire alarms went off about a minute before that smoke poured in. My dad is 88 and on a walker, and my mom is 83. She got dad going out and went to get the phone and the dog and got out and called 911. The firefighters were terrific and in the end, they covered the furniture to protect it, and got the fire out. We now have to find temporary housing with handicap access that takes pets. We’re already working toward getting the house fixed, but it will take months.
I’m trying to take point as much as possible on dealing with insurance and everything else so that my folks can focus on taking care of themselves.
I’m also on hella powerful antibiotics and they are kind of killing me. Those should end by Weds. Yay.
Revising frantically inbetween keeping up with all the other stuff. At least I’m still getting exercise.