So, I had two goals today. One, complete a whole day of work. Which I failed at. Because, America, when you sleep for nine hours, go to work, drink two pops, and still fall asleep at your desk, you are too sick to be at work.
The other was to broach with my parents the the wisdom of them retiring to Georgia. You’ll be amused to know that this was accomplished by me just blurting out, “Please retire near a child who will take you to the doctor!” which was met with dead silence.
The Butcher’s method was to drive them around really beautiful places with one-level homes.
I imagine that might work better.