My mother postponed her homecoming one day.
My sister had urged my mother not to leave the hospital on Shabbat, and finally my mother gave in and she told me sister: “Okay, I will leave on Sunday.” (One day I will write a book titled “My Sister, the Fanatic”.)
Yesterday was the first day in about three weeks that my mother didn’t ask me to buy her an ice cream after her salt free dinner.
I’m not sure if this is a good or a bad sign, but to be on the safe side I drank a few glasses of limoncello after my own dinner.