I was able to phone Wilma in the hospital. She said her MS was "acting up" and boy "Am I sick."
Said she even though she is just lying there drinking her coffee, she probalby won't be home tomorrow, but hopefully by Saturday.
She jokingly asked me to get on my scooter and come visit her. She knows that is improbable, but if the scooter were new, and the weather were nice, and I were a young man, I would do it.
My son-in-law, Roddy, has students giving a recital this evening. Roddy's recitals are different, in that the student and Roddy perform together. This gives the student the confidence he needs, and Roddy, being a professional musician, knows how to make the other performer look his best. His recitals make an evening of charming entertainment, not a series of shaky solos.