Larry is complaining about his foot. Looking at it this morning it looks red and swollen some. His father had gout. I think he may have it as well.
Got a call from his cousin Barb yesterday to tell us Larry’s mother had died. She was 94. Three weeks short of her 95th birthday. She had been in a care home since January. This is sad but not unexpected.
I let his cousin know we wouldn’t be at the funeral. We are in Philadelphia. His mother lives south of Pittsburgh. The thought of taking this show on the road is a no go. It’s more than enough work to do it here where I know where everything I need is.
Another reason is I somehow manage to develop a boil on my butt. It’s in the process of drain now. I expected him to develop bed sores not me.
Other then that life is grand.