I am daringly taking the day off, because my sister is going to shop for my parents this morning and then go see them. I’m supposed to go to an art fair this afternoon with a friend who was essentially widowed 6 weeks ago, and the art fair is out of town. Therefore it will be too late to visit my parents, because they eat at 5:00, and by 6:00 my mother is in bed and my father has taken his teeth out. I rest my case, ladies and gentleman of the jury. And anyway, I’ll take Mom to church tomorrow, OK? Is that enough? The trouble is, it never feels like it is.