Her daughter works, and they don’t want Debbie there because there’s two kids, one of them a toddler, and Debbie can’t take care of them and herself. Anyway, all her oxygen stuff is in her apartment (including a large oxygen filter), so she can’t exactly move to another place that can’t handle all the non-child-friendly equipment.
I swear, we really have to rethink the family unit in America. We’re culturally a nuclear family-based society, which according to Wikipedia, makes them the third most common household arrangement in the nation. That’s the mom, dad, kids scenario. Where as an extended family is the inclusion of several generations, including possibly uncles, aunts, cousins, and so on living under the same roof. These days, having the kids or grandparents living with you is considered abnormal. I have a rant in me about that, but I am not in a position to get into it at work (because I am supposed to be doing other stuff, see...).
But it’s sad going home to an empty bed. Widget howls like a little coyote at night for her.
Anyway, I started to do some stuff that was on my “not as important” list, because when stuff keeps getting stacked on the pile of todo, some stuff gets buried. Some which will get their own entries.