Mom dodges bullet.

This morning my mother tested positive for COVID-19. This afternoon she tested negative. In the meantime, Good Sister fought slack-ass hospital staff to get Mom into a rehab facility. GS sounded optimistic that she could get Mom into the place she'd been talking too most recently.

The only minor annoyance is that it's in Trenton, FL, in the county just west of Gainesville's. It's not far from Rosewood, FL, the site of a massacre of Black people about a century ago. I don't plan on exploring.

Which brings me to an observation: Evil Sister made it her business to explore the area. She loved it and knew it well, and she wasn't pleased when she had to leave five years ago after living there for nearly fifty years. Good Sister & I? Not that curious, which I now regret a little, and eager to bug out, which I don't regret one bit. We three used to joke that we don't look related: different hair colors & textures, and only GS can tan. The dissimilarity isn't skin-deep.

I've been feeling my eyelids and eardrums twitching all week. I've lost a couple of pounds. Neither of those things surprises me.