The weather looks nice. My parents’ fig tree has finally produced some juicy figs that ripened while we were around to eat them.
My father has been declared “medically optimised” so they now do another round of assessments to decide what ongoing care he needs, and whether that can be done at home (probably not) or if we need to find a nursing home.
We’ll probably go home tomorrow as we originally planned, but I expect we’ll be back soon to help my mother with all that stuff. I now have a secret password that apparently allows the hospital staff to tell me more than “settled.”
