John left this note on the dry erase board yesterday morning before he left. I quickly checked my ‘Love John’ box after taking this.
He’s gone for a few days taking care of his mother again. She was stepping out of a restaurant and turned her foot somehow. She managed to make it home and into the house, but just barely. She called John because she couldn’t walk the dog or make it up the stairs. They went to the doctor yesterday and got some x-rays done. She may have cracked a bone, but they’re headed to a doc with a different type of machine today.
It's a street in a strange world.