Oh, Jack… Nooo….

Didn’t mean to get anyone (else) dripping, TJ! We had a bad phone conversation with my parents after a bad day at work, and I had to get this out (it’s almost 2AM local time here, and I should really TRY to get to bed…). The person we talked to who looks and sounds a lot like my mother likes to organize her pills by color, among other things. (My mother has severe dementia. My father has more and more holes in his memory and cannot learn new things, like looking for the button on the new remote that says “POWER” instead of pressing the top left button, where it was on the old remote. Every. Single. Time.)

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