Houseguests Gone

My uncle called me a good hostess. My dementia!aunt physically threatened me. They've just left for the airport. I'm relieved. I'm a little conflicted.

A volunteer who works with the hospice will come sit with Mom tomorrow while I have my doctor's appointment. With luck, by COB tomorrow, I'll have my new reading glasses, my antidepressants, and about 4 hours where I'm not making certain Mom is okay.