Aw, Alaskan, it's sweet of you to be trying to help.
Good to hear that your loved ones are safe and dry.
It's so inspiring to see a guy "man up" and shoulder the whole load, but it's scary, too; Heaven knows, they aren't Supermen, much as they may try to be. Though they may try to just blow it off, you know the stress takes it toll, so you bet, we're praying for strength for Terry, too.
Though sometimes, we need strength, and patience too, just to live with them . . . . Take Critter. He knows I've had a cold. He has heard me coughing and sneezing and blowing my nose; he's seen me wrapped in a blanket at 70o because the fever made me feel cold. BB2K caught this cold several days before me, and she still has a rattly, productive cough. But somehow, I don't think he understood that I didn't feel well until he saw me lying on the floor in the bathroom, trying to get my stomach under control (colds can do that to me). Then suddenly, he's all concern.
"You OK? You said you had a fever - how high? Are you sure it's a cold?"
"Oh, yeah. Low fever; temp maybe 101. It's a cold. It's just a bit tougher than I expected - I only had a mildly sore throat; I kinda thought the other symptoms would be no great shakes as well."
"Oh, well, you know how it is. You're getting older; things hit you harder and take longer to recover from . . . ."
And as I'm lying on the floor, in my mind I'm going, "Yeah? Let's see how long it takes you to recover when I hit you harder if you don't
SHUT UP!"