Every dish in the house is clean and put away.
Which is a sign that Orthoclase is agitated and/or worried.1
Plagioclase’s mother is in the hospital. Surgery is a possibility, but not until she regains some of the strength she lost over the last few weeks of creeping illness.
We’re dealing with an entirely new medical system this time, but frankly, it’s not that much different from the last one. We’re constantly asking for information; told one thing by one person, and something else by another, and in the end a third thing occurs. There is much hurry-up-and-wait involved (including being told to “get her to the ER now!” and then after an hour of ER waiting room “Go home and we’ll tell you when there’s a room available — maybe midnight” and then (less than a half-hour later, just after we got home again) “Hurry up and get here — you don’t want to lose your space!”)
So all we can do is wait, and ask and ask again and wait some more. I’m getting quite a bit of cleaning done…
- Not that I don’t wash all the dishes every time, but we use a lot of glasses, and usually some are being dirtied while the dishwasher is cleaning the rest. My cabinets overfloweth with glassware.↩
