Oy, so so sorry. Fell shmell, glad you're getting right back to work.
But you know, adopting that sick grandfather suddenly seems less strange. At 1 in the morning, he'd ask for a glass of water. You'd bring it to him. Before he makes a bracha and drinks, he'd say, "isn't each moment precious; I'm about to leave this earth but for now I can still make a bracha and hear you say amen. What a world!"
Do you think you'd be able to go back to bed and return to acting out after that?
Maybe I should investigate getting a job as a home health aide. Hmmnn.
Seroiusly, though, nice to see you can pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and start all over again. Shkoiach.