F called me yesterday morning. "Guess what?"
"Your grandmother and mine are next door to each other," he informed me. I laughed. "I was going to send flowers up to your grandmother's room and I discovered they were right next door to each other."
Which odds are better: that they would place our grandmothers next door to each other or that I'd get such a thoughtful boyfriend?
Still more good news: Both grandmothers have been moved out of recovery, unfortunately ending their stay as neighbors, but they both seem to be doing well.