A Master Class in Caregiving Logistics

Or: How I Became My Mother’s Entire Supply Chain During a Holiday That’s Supposedly About Family

It’s Thanksgiving. Or as you call it this year: Thursday.

The day before, you have no plan. No vision. No roadmap. No clue whether you’re driving out to see Mom or dragging Daniel along to make everyone uncomfortable. Strategic vacuum. Total lack of command & control. Which is impressive, given that logistics is basically your love language.

Thursday morning, the decision makes itself. Mom’s sick—cough, low fever, sore throat, mucus percussion section. And she’s doing the classic requirements oscillation:

“I need fruit,” she says. Then, fifteen minutes later: “Actually, don’t get fruit.”

DoorDash could technically deliver fruit. But you know better. The problem isn’t capability. It’s stakeholder happiness. You can ship almost anything with a delivery API. But you can’t ship mood stabilization to an Asian mom mid-fever spike.

So you deploy analo…