Nothing is going on.
Really.
Save for my mother tipping over old ladies and Dad seemingly over his grouchiness and me having what seems to be near-permanent stomach upsets (that's because fibro makes people sensitive to stress and our stomachs react badly to it. Dad's been up-ing the stress with his grouchy. Heartburn, discomfort...you name it, I've had it lately.)
Nothing else though. Boring, really.
Ta,
Bec
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