It's the end of October. What a ride.

 Things have been awful, crazy. 

And not in the light hearted "awfully crazy" turn of phrase.

On the 3rd, Tom's nephew Luke was admitted to ICU with acute liver failure.
On the 4th (highlight!) My mom's birthday, and a cyber-reunion of the Taylor Family.
On the 5th, Nickole and I had our teeth cleaned. She had a cavity that needed to be filled before she could get a dental device installed.
October 6th, Nickole had a tooth filled.
The 7th, Benjamin's Birthday! (highlight!) Nickole had an orthodontist appointment to install spacers for her device.
Oct 9th,  I met Nickole's mom & Poppo Glen, so that Nickole could spend Fall Break with them. Glen wasn't feeling well, and they were going straight to his doctor's appointment. Daniel came up to our house, enroute to get his new puppy, Dante. Dakota Rose (3.3) rode up with Dan, to go to Ohio with Tom and I.
Daniel and Sam took us out to supper at The Wooden Spoon . While there, we got the call, Glen had been admitted to the hospital with Covid19.
Oct. 10th, we headed to Ohio in two vehicles. Dan and I branched off near Indianapolis, and headed to Michigan That State Up North

to get his puppy. We stayed at a motel for the night, and picked up Dante the next morning. (an adventure in itself!) Tom and Dakota continued on to Arlene's. Luke had been released from the hospital into Home Hospice care.
Dan, Dante, and a homesick Dakota headed back to Texas. They didn't get far before Dan's truck developed trouble and they returned to Arlene's.

Getting them back to Texas had its challenges. Dan used our vehicle while his truck went into the shop. The initial problem was fixed. But then something else happened, and then another thing, and then another... It was crazy. Like the truck was determined we should stay in Ohio.

So, Dan used our vehicle to return to Arkansas. I rode along with them, and flew back to Ohio on the 15th. 

That night, Luke passed away. He'd returned to the hospital by ambulance that morning.
Two of Tom's sisters came to Arlene's for the day on the 16th.
One sister let the family know she has terminal cancer.

My 60th birthday was the 20th. No cake, no fanfare. We ordered take-out pizza for supper.
Somewhere in here, we got the call that Glen had taken a turn for the worse.
I think it was the 21st, we learned that Glynna had CV19, as a result of having been caring for Glen before they knew why he was so sick. Nickole's quarantine was extended. Then, either the 21st or 22nd, Poppo Glen passed away.
Friday the 23rd (may have dates wrong) Glynna was hospitalized with pneumonia in addition to the CV19.
Sunday the 25th, Tom and I set off for home.
Dear sweet Sam had put up much needed, begged for, overdue lighting in our bathrooms while we were gone!
We spent Monday cleaning.  Glynna was released from the hospital.
Today is Tuesday... and it's "winter". Cold, raining. Freezing rain over where Nickole is still quarantined, So we still can't go get her. We had intended for her to get to stay until her Poppo's funeral, but we have so much to get done!
We still need to swap vehicles with Dan. The dogs need to be taken to caregivers for our Peru trip. There is shopping to be completed and SO MUCH STUFF.
Please keep our family in your prayers. Thank you!