The big problem is that our dad likes to be the sickest person in the house. I had to go home early to run interference so she could get some rest. Actually, she thought she was OK in the middle of the day and came with my dad to rescue me from work. We were going to a bakery and then to lunch. She dropped me off at the crowded bakery and drove around looking for parking. When I got back to the car she was sleeping in the back. She wanted me to take my dad to a Slavic grocery while she waited, but she didn’t look too well. In fact, I drove straight home and she threw up as soon as she got out of the car. Fortunately, she seems better now. Pooped, but better.
Time to go get my brother-in-law at the airport. It’s a midnight flight.
Oh, and here are disclaimer labels for textbooks.