In the last two months, Got put on jury duty lasting three months. MIL's checkbook was stolen from my purse during Christmas shopping. While dealing with the bank and finding out that Social Security doesn't respect POA's, DH broke his femur and knee cap. Recovery time: at least 12 weeks. Ate Thanksgiving dinner at the hospital (never a good idea), forgot about our own turkey which later spoiled and blew up in the basement fridge. Went to tell MIL about DH's accident and, for the first time, she had no idea of who I was *and* didn't recognize her son's name which puts her smack in the acute Alzheimers stage. Became an overnight nurse when insurance kicked DH out of rehab before he could walk. Then a physical therapist declared our very old house unsafe. Had to pay for MIL's nursing home fee because Social Security couldn't do direct deposit after I closed the account. My mother called to say that my grandfather, who takes care of my grandmother with Alzheimers, has lung cancer. Finally, had to take a dog to the vet and while I was there, DH's boss called to say that the site will shut down in March and everyone has been fired. So I got into the spirit of things and started laughing hysterically. Why not, right?