She asked me if everything was all right, because I am not my usual happy bouncy self on the phone to her. Well, of course not. Would you be either? I'll be sharing more details at some other point, but I'm functionally all right. And it's too late to call Darkside. And I can't unwind that far in front of Grandma.
Stuff is going on. Stuff. She's not all there. I told my father. He knows how much to worry, now. And that's a rather lot.