The Tickler is on the mend.

The Tickler has returned home from the "loony bin" – her words, not mine – and the organized, steady procession of visits, calls, and meals has begun. I signed up to bring them sushi tomorrow.

We texted a little bit. I apologized for Friday's SNAFU and asked about their sushi preferences. (None of the spicy, all of the shiso.) The word from another member of the crew who's seen them in person is that they still don't seem completely all right, but they've got meds and they're better than last week.

I picked tomorrow because the Wendling arrives tonight. I'll have access to the car that I technically own. My son & I will have to discuss a) tomorrow's dinner plans and b) whether he wants to come with me. I hope he does.