Weekend, what weekend?

Well it’s over, Halloween, my birthday, the weekend and Monday almost. Let’s start off with Halloween; picture this: me, in my PJs, all the lights off, at the inside house, the door gets a bang “Grrr, I have my lights off -- no Trick or Treaters!” It was Chris, so we walked down the street to the nearest bar and chilled a while.
My Birthday, well I wanted to go out the day of my birthday but the lady I’m currently working for is wearing me down, so we decided to wait until Friday night. Friday, the ladies in the office cooked, oh man, did I ever eat. Everything that was my favorite food they made. It’s like someone opened up my head grabbed recipes and knew what to bring, I ate till I couldn’t anymore. Then out with the guys that night to whoop it up and play some pool and darts, my latest past time.
The weekend, well I worked on Saturday for the Lady of Much Demands the majority of the day. Sweating whatever concoction I may have ingested the night before, Chris paid dearly for it, thinking that it might be fun to mix his drinks. He came into work green and left a nice shade of a pale white at the end of the day. However he was ready to venture out again that night without hesitation. Telling me hair of the dog was the only cure.
Mom for the last week or so has not felt well; I know this because she snapped at me on Thursday because she felt I wasn’t taking care of myself. Her energy levels are not up to where they need to be and now cold and flu season is upon us. Not a good combination to have a weak immune system and germs flying about. Sunday rolled up and she was admitted to the hospital late that night after nearly passing out at the mall and once at Gs. Today they are doing tests on her to see where the problem is.
I had to give the joyous phone call to Jacks, who naturally flipped out and insisted on coming home that very minute to be with her. I could hear him pacing around the empty room of his thinking of the things he needed to grab. I assured him that it was a small case of the “Not feel goods” and not to worry just yet, that I would keep him posted. Luke, ever more like my Pops every day just sat on the phone quiet and asked what needed to be done.
Speaking of my Pops, he’s been in a very secretive/reflective mood as of late. He came back home to be with Mom to help her along with this latest bout of illness. Odd, it’s as if another alien has invaded his body, this time the alien has feelings and emotions -- other than anger. I know this because last night I caught him with his head down talking to himself over his own attitude. I tried to quietly step back to let him continue with his devotion but he motioned me to come sit with him. I sat beside him feeling like a boob until he spoke to me “So, how was that birthday of yours?”……….