There is nothing to be done at that point. Except offer solace and comfort care, even if that’s just sitting and blabbering to keep the silence at bay. If that’s what Mom wants.
I’m pretty much immune to motion sickness; kinda an occupational requirement. HL is/was the polar opposite as I’ve mentioned from time to time.
I did my first VR experience at a museum last summer: a virtual tour of Machu Picchu which included “flying” over the ruins and out into space over the surrounding canyons. HL abstained with great vehemence. I felt a little bit of eye/inner ear disconnect in spots, several other people were wobbly on their feet afterwards, and HL would have been projectile vomiting very quickly.
Suggest JtC’s hubs wade gently into that water.
Instructions and color codes for what? Complete sentences with short words for the very clueless with zero context to whatever on Earth y’all are talking about. Please, pretty please, with puppydog eyes even. 
URL or recipe please; that does sound super yummy! Even better if it’s easy enough to fit in the regular rotation of your very busy life. I’ve made Indian saag using chicken, paneer, or even extra firm tofu and it’s not very difficult either.
Speaking of which, I now know what’d for dinner: Indian. Thank you for answering that nagging question. 
Swampy glad to here that emergency Vergering didn’t interfere w the rest of your fine day.
Ouch. Bastards. Yet another feature of online “society” that was solved eons ago IRL, but will need deliberate systems to support in the virtual world. Systems that are nothing but avoidable costs when viewed from the POV of the people who own our new-fangled digital agoras.
I’m sorry you’re dealing with this.
Welp ..
HL & I had been set up to attend her son’s wedding together in Chicago over Memorial day weekend. Today I sent her a carefully worded email pointing out that’s probably not going to happen as planned, and what did she want me to do about a) me attending or not, b) the hotel I’ve reserved for us, and c) the employee travel tickets I’d bought for us that she can’t use if the divorce finalizes by then. Which it should.
The answers were as expected, but still a bit sharp & stinging to see expressed in precise businesslike prose:
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I am not going to Chicago, and I should not contact anyone related to her ever again except via her.
So no more Daughter and fosters for me. Truly I’ll miss her excellent family a lot more than I’ll miss her.
Which was actually one of the reasons I delayed so long in splitting up: my very strong suspicion that I’d be cut off from that next generation I’ve known since they were infants. And who, frankly, were my only known shot at somebody to care about my existence or perhaps provide some assistance in great old age were I lucky enough to survive that long. At some point a couple years from now I’ll reach out to them, but they know their Mom and I know they’d be deeply on the spot with her if they didn’t toe her line. It’s not right for me to stuff that predicament into their familial in-basket. -
She had not thought about the hotel & air travel stuff but will get on it. Meanwhile I should stand pat.
Which is fine with me. The cut off for full refunds is out near Memorial Day, while her window for affordable travel and accommodations is now and closing. Which is why I brought it up to her now.
Otherwise, our rain began at about 11am and has been nonstop with varying intensity until now = 5pm. The radar suggests it’ll taper off about 8pm & be done by midnight, while the forecast says rain will still be an issue for much of Monday before clear and cool reasserts itself overnight into Tuesday.
A gray day and gray feelings. Soon to be assuaged with Indian dinner as suggested by @missred.
Cheers all!