Long-term readers (if such there be) may have noticed a distinct lack of BJ in recent months.
That’s because she moved. Unexpectedly, quickly, and not entirely willingly. It seems her mold allergy and her last apartment combined to eat her brain.
I watched her go downhill, and I tried to get her out of there, but there was only so much I could do. I, longtime friend, had to have her active participation. Her sons–they didn’t even need her agreement. They found a place, packed her, moved her, and waited to see if that helped.
I’m so grateful they didn’t just decide it was her age and stick her in a home to die. Now she’s recovering nicely, I bet they are too! She’d have kicked their butts when she got her brain back.
Which she has done. I’ve got my friend back!