Plenty.

Just got another email from my mother:

Surgery tomorrow. Knee and ankle. They will put a plate in the knee and take some bone out of my pelvis to fill in the knee. Plate is coming from the states. 2 weeks in the hospital following surgery. No plane travel over the holidays. Have to get going on recovery so I can get back to natural painkillers (gin).

Recovery will take about ten weeks, they say. My mother had been planning to come home for Christmas, but it looks like she will be hanging her stocking alone, in her apartment in Zug. If she can reach the mantle from her wheelchair. Poor mother.
I am sorely disappointed, as this means I will likely not see her until after the babies are born. I talked to her this morning and she seemed to be doing well, under the circumstances; still more concerned about the bedpan situation than anything else ( “I’m trying not to eat or drink much,” she said—surely the healthiest approach to the situation ).
And the hospital sounds quite nice. Apparently the food is much better than American hospital food, and in Swiss hospitals they don’t wake you every 15 seconds all night to take your vitals. And of course I am thankful that she is alive and well-ish. Still, I am feeling a bit mopey, so you will excuse the lack of an effusive Thanksgiving post. Besides, it does not take a great deal of insight to divine what I might be especially thankful for today (*cough*Babies*cough*), and I am writing this surreptitiously from my In-Laws’ computer, and shouldn’t dally.
I hope you all had a lovely, mashed-potato-filled day!