Breakfast is done, the commode is emptied, all is dry and warm.
Mom: I am so very, very proud of you!
Me: I'm going to remember that one...
Mom: I can't remember the name of the dog. The pearls will do. Where are you? Weights in the left hand only!
Me: Now I've forgotten what you said that I was going to remember...
It is morning time and I need to get beds made, trash collected and dogs fed before sitting down to my desk to do paid work. As I am moving past Mom's bedroom, for the first time, I hear her say, "Where are you? Where did you go?"
Eventually I put on Brandenburg Concertos and told her I would be back in 10 minutes. I tucked her in and reminded her that everything is ok. I asked if she was feeling confused and she looked sad and nodded her head, "yes". I told her she could let her brain rest for now and that I was just in the other room at my desk.
I just looked in on her and she is having her after breakfast nap. I can tell when she is sleeping because her hands are not trembling.
