I planned on being home before the kick off, but on the only stretch of one lane highway I got behind a line of cars. There was a little old man in a hat at the lead going very very slow. ARRRRGH.

Then I had to drop my SIL off and help her find her phone charger. She has alzheimers and even though I had put it in her suitcase, she said it wasn’t there. It was. But her phone was dead and I needed to make sure that was set.

Game was started in the “game room” at her “retirement” center — so I rushed past there to see what was happening and grabbed a handful of home made caramel corn. It is sooooo much better than store bought.

Rushed home, threw my suitcase in the bedroom and JUST sat down to watch the game and got a call from Auntie Ferns retirement home that she was having an anxiety attack. I got there and found out her hearing aids weren’t working and she’d gotten a phone call and she thought her other son was dying. (One son died in December) I was able to calm the situation and got a telephone call through to her surviving son and he was fine. She just got confused by a phone call and not able to hear it and made some assumptions.

Got home — and the half time show was on. Wolfed down some food and then watched the rest of the game.

Was this TMI? ha ha.
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