242\365 Sick, Sad Monday

All appointments were made, V got the sleep he needed, and things were handled. At SIL's she was going through things. In the last few months Richard had been doing these as his ability to other things went away, and she had pulled the ones she was keeping out and the rest were going in the trash. She seemed guilty about it, saying over and over she didn't have room for them all, I kept telling her of course she didn't, don't worry about. My boys were going through them and asked about some for their bedroom wall. I told them to each pick one, yet this is what we came home with. I found I couldn't say no.