January 8 (eat)

The really amazing thing is that when The Ancestor was discharged from the hospital after her four-day, three-night stay, she was so feeble and weak that the nurse and I together had a difficult time getting her changed into her street clothes and shoes—she was like a soggy, limp rag doll with no strength—but a half-hour later when Rob and I walked her through the doors of "her" Chuck-A-Rama she took off like a wind-up toy, on her own, with surprising energy. I half expected to hear her bellow at the other diners, "OUTTA MY WAY!" She was all over that buffet like stink on a skunk.