
I just got back from dropping Kat and her mom off at Orlando Airport and am ready to crawl back into the bed I crawled out of at 5:40 AM. (That's obscene, it really is.) Their flight wsa at 9. The original plan called for her picking me up at 6 so I could drive her van back. I called her at 5:45 to check that we were on schedule. No answer. Great, I figured either she was outside loading the van or on the road and didn't want to answer the phone.
Two minutes later, she calls me back. They weren't even UP. Plan B: She'll put roller skates on Gma and pick me up at 6:30.
Actual time she pulled up in front of my house, 6:55.
Much as I love Kat, her driving scares me more and more---I was white-knuckled and whimpering on the way over there, as opposed to just white-knucked on the way back. Orlando is perpetually under construction, which is very wearing on my nerves!
She'll be back next Monday around 4 PM. Supposedly, Gma is going to stay permanently. I have my fingers crossed, since she went out to Seattle last year to stay with her other son and was back in a matter of weeks. For Kat's sake, I hope so. She has enough on her plate right now without having to deal with a nonagenarian who has poor short-term memory retention and is apt to do things like leave the stove on and forget about it.
I think I'm going to have some breakfast and crawl back into bed...otherwise I am going to be very grumpy on the phone.