Dear Readers, you will perhaps remember how my mother-in-law wanted to 'ruin Christmas' so she could go to the sixth and final helicopter-pilot-school graduation (which, it turns out, is in February after all), and therefore she had surgery about seven weeks ago.
The graduation is this week.
On Friday she was re-admitted to the hospital with a post-surgical infection. (She is responding well to antibiotics and, again, we expect her to be fine. However, 'twelve-hour-roadtrip' is not a good idea for today.)
I know I'm a mean person, but some small part of me is chortling.