Mom and Me

Are fine. So far, so good. She came home yesterday and after a difficult time putting things away, did fine with the woman who will be her caregiver. Today is my day off, so I'm home. My mother cannot remember what she ate five minutes ago, but she spent the morning cleaning. She scrubbed the kitchen, muttering that it was probably the cleanest it had been in a month. (Hee hee hee.) She polished the counters. She swept the floor, and she mopped it, and then she proceeded to the deck to sweep off the leaves. Now we've had lunch and she will undoubtedly be taking a nap!