Returning to real life

My first weekend home was spent running around!

My grandma went to the hospital with shortness of breath and chest pain. They checked her out and let her come home (with her promise to see her doctor ASAP), but we kept an eye on her nevertheless.

MJ ended up with quite the social weekend, despite her agreement to dogsit for my mom. She enlisted some help from Chloe and cousin Megan and some taxi service from Frank and me. (Angelo didn't seem to mind having a variety of caretakers, but it made for some juggling for us.) Friday night, she went to Seattle with friends to see Rolling, a documentary about ecstasy (XTC, the recreational drug). It turned out to be showing at a theater that is associated with a bar, so they couldn't get in. That was cool, too, though, because the producer was there and felt really bad for them, so they each got a t-shirt, a poster, and a promise for a copy of the DVD.

Saturday night—late Saturday night—they went to see Rocky Horror in the midnight show at the Admiral. Frank and I drove them down and got the fun of watching the, er, cast arrive. Then we hung out in the van, reading and napping, until the show let out.

Sunday, I spent some time preparing myself for my return to work on Monday. This involved mental preparation mostly. :-)