Zippy!

    The dialysis facility got Dad in back immediately today! So fast, in fact, that I couldn't get the car moved out of the unloading area and his pillows and blankets inside to him before he was gone. (A staffer was waiting on them, though.) And it was a busy morning for them, too. So maybe the "Sure he's a big wheel, too, but he ought to have priority because he's 91" argument carried the day. Or maybe it was sheer luck, who knows? We'll see as time goes on. But for today I'm very, very pleased.
    Meanwhile in Margaretville, she and Dad seem to be adjusting to one another better all the time. Hope that keeps up, too. Yay all around!