IT’S NOT ALL BEER MALBEC AND SKITTLES CONVERSATIONS ABOUT ANGELA DAVIS: So I got home from the happy hour, and barely had time to put up the post below before I had to go to the hospital and pick up the Insta-Mother-in-Law. She’s been battling a postoperative infection since she broke her leg and they nailed it back together again, and has a gadget to suck the pus out and another to inject steady quantities of top-shelf antibiotics. The latter broke, and she had to go have it reinstalled. I took her home to the “independent living” center, where the door refused to open with her key and there was no one around to let us in, necessitating that I stage a daring penetration of their airtight security. That took about five minutes — I’m no “Slippery Jim” DiGriz, but their security isn’t designed to stop his likes, either — and I got her wheeled into her apartment. No more blogging for me tonight. See you tomorrow.