Someone left the cake out in the rain

Jesus H. Of all the ... goddammit, a solid ten days or whatever of the Incredibly Depressing Realm of Stroke Rehabilitation Therapy and the Crushing Inevitability of Elder Care That Lies In Wait For All of Us One Way or Another, and we come back to a world in which, quoth the immortal Sarah B, "a tree fell on John and Elly's dreams."

What the damn hell is this all about, and who CARES? I mean, Elly's bugging the fuck out like it's 9/11 all over again, John's excited to use manly power tools with his son (Saint Michael, who, somewhat improbably, owns a chainsaw), and April's surrendered to magical thinking (wherein you're so self-centered that you think you actually cause events with your own thoughts). Holy moly. More wacky plot contrivances than Weekend at Bernie's and any four unconvincing and tiresome Drew Barrymore romcoms combined.