Hardly dare but have to anyway. (It’s that ole hubris stalking me.) Things are looking up.
Room in lovely care home (the new one I mentioned, key-lime-pie-fridge and all) is reserved for my mother who should be there on Tuesday cross your fingers – knock on wood – don’t mind what but feel free to do something. Even if it’s just stroking the cat. Hospital happy, home happy, me happy but obviously best of all mother sounding positive and mentally bright by actually asking how big her room will be. She feels ready.
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