Dear Jane, please take care of yourself! I had a slip a few months ago, my feet just went out from under me and I landed solid on my left tush, and I'm still feeling it! The spill that der Brucer took on his daughter's stairs tool quite a while to heal... or at least he isn't complaining about it any more.
One part of the story about Jax that I left out. While we were driving westward to the bridge, I spent my time reading aloud to der B. (Specifically, I was reading from Ethan Mordden's Make Believe, his history of the Broadway musical in the '20s, and playing examples from our CD collection when we actually had a song referred to to hear...quite fun.) I think hearing me read aloud helped calm Jax some during the trip, just the sound of a human voice close by.
Or maybe I'm reading things into his body language.
All I know is that Tuesday will be quite busy. Along with transporting the "family," if we do handle that task, der B has decided it's time to replace the livingroom TV. Our old one is giving up the ghost. The catch will be getting the new set from Dover (closest berg with a decent electronics store) homewards...which may require borrowing son-in-law's truck. "You're spending money on yourselves!? Instead of US??!!"
Family can be such a joy.