My head is pounding. I spent most of the day doing the NYC loop: driving from CT to the Bronx to visit my pop in the VA hospital, where I picked up my grandmother to driver her back to Brooklyn. Then she made me leave right after lunch because she didn't want me driving home in the dark, in traffic. I didn't bother to argue that it was only 3:30, and July when it doesn't get dark for another 5 hours, and a Saturday. She's 100% feisty Italian and everything is YELLED. There is NO arguing with her.
"LAURA, EAT YOUR LUNCH!!! LAURA, WHERE'S DEBBIE?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE'S STUDYING?? WHAT THE HELL IS THE MATTER WITH HER?? LAURA, STOP EATING!! YOU'RE GOING TO GET FAT!!"
Of course, that last comment was followed by "HERE TAKE ALL THESE MEATBALLS, MANICCOTI, CHICKEN CUTLETS AND SNICKERS ICE CREAM BARS HOME WITH YOU!!!"
"Nana, the ice cream will melt."
"NO IT WON'T! YOU HAVE AIR CONDITIONING!!!"
So, now I've got a throbber. Ow.