Mom's had a busy weekend, even though she doesn't have much to show for it.
the table she's been (re)finishing got messed up with the spray-on protective coating. She's going to have to sand it a bit, add another coat of stain, and then use brush-on protective coating.
Uncle Jerry likes the project and thinks it's beautiful. He doesn't like having no table in the dining room though. So the old table got brought back in--I snoopervised, of course!--while Mom finishes the new table.
Mom had an email from her rheumatologist (I had to look it up!) this morning. She's got an appointment with him on Wednesday. It looks like the diagnosis of PMR isn't correct. Time to get off prednisone and try something else.
You should hear Uncle Jerry rant about Mom being on prednisone! He could rant for over an hour about all the problems it causes! Mom thinks he might be more bothered about it than she is. Whoever's more bothered...Mom's been on pred for over a year. It's time to get off it.
I've been trying to convince her to go to bed. The shower can wait until the morning. I've almost got it clinched...