Longer music. Not longer sleep. Franck Cello Sonata, Contraforte
4.2 hours of sleep.
Early enough that MAYBE I could have gone back to bed--until I realized that I promised to make a visit to Mom work.
Always so satisfying to be out even though it was a tad breezy and I was glad I had a couple layers even though short sleeves.
Mom was so happy just to let me babble about digesting news eg of way.
Then we talked about shoe preferences. I probably can't palm off the shoes I don't like because she won't like them either.
Lunch with her in the dining room for the first time since the pandemic.
I am SO glad she can ask for on and off extra help after surgeries. No need for me to sleep on the sofa bed that served heroically when she was new to Seattle and nephew still fit easily. Now nephew definitely does not fit and I could make a good case for moving the sofa bed along in the universe. Probably when she has to move.
And tonight in addition to mom's bladder and kidney stuff it sounds like sister also has more kidney stones and ....
Tonight's blindness tourism: one of the Saturday Zoom buddies traveled with his wife to the Isle of Mann
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