I don't know if I mentioned that Bob backed out of his offer of a ride home for mom this Thursday. She's been carefully hoarding her syringes to last her until then, so she's been kinda distracted and worried about what to do. The plane fares are really high, and she doesn't like flying anyway and last minute doesn't help, plus all the new charges they've been tacking on. So this morning on the way home from the doctor I had a brainstorm and called my brother and asked him if he could meet us in Albuquerque and take mom home. Well, he couldn't because he and Marti are going up to the cabin this weekend for a long needed rest (rough week for them), but he called Heather and she called me, then talked to Bill who, without hesitation, said yes, so they are going to meet us in New Mexico on Saturday night. We are going to spend the night there so they don't have to just throw mom in the car and turn around and head back. I'm being a little selfish here, but I really love Heather and Bill - they are two of my favorite people and I would really like to spend a few hours with them, so we talked them into spending Saturday night and not leaving until sometime Sunday. Ozzy and I are going to take over their room on Sunday and spend another night there because, believe it or not, the ambien is working and I'm sleeping during the night, and I don't think it would be smart for me to just take off in the afternoon and drive for seven hours when I can hang out and get some sleep and leave in the morning when I'm fresh and more ready to go.
Josh and Alex suggested we go out to dinner tonight, and suggested the Cattleman's Cafe, which is in the Stockyards portion of Oklahoma City. The area even has it's own name, Stockyard Station or Stockyard City or something like that. It's a very charming little town and I wish we were there before they rolled up the sidewalks. The restaurant was awesome, but the party behind us was the loudest I've been around since Chili's at the height of the ASU school year. But the food made up for it. EXCELLENT steaks. No leftovers to take home - no no no.
Since mom is leaving, Josh and Alex and her parents may be over tomorrow night. This means we have to clean a little. The house doesn't need a whole lot, but a vacuuming would help, and upholstery cleaner on the foot stool where Ozzy eats his bones. Nothing like a little bone goo to brighten up the place. Oh, and by the way, Ozzy is going with us to New Mexico. We're staying at La Quinta cause they take dogs, and I think I'm going to look up dog friendly restaurants.
Very tired. More later.

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