I went over to my parents' and sister's apartment. It was a usual Wednesday. The mood was grim. The previous evening, my sister had a meltdown, my histrionic mother lost all sense of sanity, my father lost control. The cops were called. My sister agreed to go to the emergency room. She wanted to ride in the cop car, but they told her that she would have to be handcuffed, so she opted to drive herself. She spoke to a psychiatrist and a social worker. For once, a trip to the ER did not end up in a three day hold in the psychiatric inpatient unit.
We then went out to breakfast.
