We had a very nice evening over here.  Just me and my family, my grandmother and stepgrandfather, and one of my uncles. And for once, my grandmother did not bring up the topic of having a boyfriend, so that was nice.  This was the first time stepgrandfather has been on an outing since he broke his hip in September and landed himself in the hospital, subsequently got and recovered from pneumonia, and was in a nursing home for rehab. He's been home for a while now, but has pretty much stayed at home.  It was hard to see him unsteady, and he's having trouble talking (apparently he needs speech therapy), but overall, he's doing really well. He ate really well, which is good. Considering how many people would not have survived that, he's very fortunate. When my grandmother brought that up, he said that only old people wouldn't survive that.  He's 99. 

 The cat was adorable, though. She normally won't come up to people we have over, but stepgrandfather sat on the couch, and she hopped up next to him and let him pet her, and then laid there until he got up for dinner.  It was like she knew he was still in pain and wanted to help.
Tomorrow, it will be time to attack that pile of homework...