Mom calls me at 11. I am excited to see she has finished her breakfast – a hint of normalcy. She asks me to buy her some bread. Then she asks, “Who was the heavy woman who was in my house?”
She was up basically all night again. Even after I coached her through dinner and she appeared to be in pajamas and headed to bed when I turned it. Now, she has either clearly been dreaming or maybe hallucinating. She isn’t that worried about it but just keeps wondering about it – “I thought maybe she was someone you brought in to clean.”
I convince her to take a nap, though I’m not sure she could stay awake if she wanted to at this point. At least no word salad today.
It’s my lunch, and I have a longer break, so I am decompressing with a book. I’ve ordered some groceries and roses to be delivered. It’s Valentine’s Day. I’ll check in again later.
Sandwiched 