My Mother-in-Law is in the Hospital

Dispatch from the bedside.

Photo by Martha Dominguez de Gouveia on Unsplash

I came downstairs this morning to put a ham in the slow cooker.

My father-in-law sat at the breakfast bar, drinking milk out of a cereal bowl. Which was odd. He’s never alone. Not ever. Seeing him there is as disconcerting as it would have been to come downstairs and find an unattended toddler.