The funeral is over and we are home. It was an exhausting time, but pretty much what you expect. Megan was such a support to me. Big Smooches to her. Thanks also to The Boys for watching the meows.
It was sort of nice to be around my mom and dad long enough that Quinn now recognizes them from across the room. Two weekends ago when we were down there, she didn’t know them from strangers on the street. Quinn also got to meet lots of family members and all of mom’s friends. She was on her best behavior and charmed the socks off of everyone. So many strangers held her and she didn’t bat an eye (as long as she could at least see one of us).
My mom has not been taking good care of herself all of this time that she’s been caring for grandma. There are so many things wrong with her and I don’t think any doctor will touch her because of the congestive heart failure. I really don’t know what’s going to come of all this and can’t really bring myself to think about it for too long.
Completely unrelated, my plugged duct worked out by the next day. My supply was cut in half and it was sore on that side for about another day and a half, but now everything seems to be back to “normal.”