In brief, the fire is out. At 5:30 this morning Centenarian woke up and demanded her breakfast. She evidently healed up during the night and is back to her old self. She'll be evicted from the hospital tomorrow morning.
I am happy, but not nearly as happy as Main Lady, who is attributing this miraculous recovery to Divine intervention.
Well, what else?
I predict that the fallout from this one is going to be amazing, as Ding Bat tries to cover up and deny any bad behavior just before going into damage control, and Main Lady concludes her shopping on Amazon for a suitable attack dummy for Excellent Rachmaninoff to practice on. Me, I'm shopping for a top shelf bottle of bourbon.
My sincere thanks to everyone for your wise words, kind thoughts and prayers.
Here is a tip of the old fedora and a hoist of the happy hour bourbon glass to you, one and all.