I think she is tuckered.

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No worries.  She has been driven since she got here.  Oh, sure, getting the place up to specs, the unpacking process, daily living, getting medicine and other business and .gov things applied for, changed, and else?

Yes, all that.  But more.  Years of living in a nursing home, where her allowance for cleaning, cooking, shopping, and just being a free woman were all infringed.  It's a soul crushing place, if you still have some good in you.  She has been letting her joy of these things out.

Yes, I worry.  So I check on her.  Encourage her to nap, take it easy, even call me for heavier chores.  And... she has been taking advantage of that option more, as she winds down.  As with food, I might offer recommendations, offer new things, but I wouldn't deign to attempt command.  She is eighty two years young.

If her food, or work, kills her tomorrow?  She already beat the life lottery.  I'm hoping she gets a few, a dozen, even a score more.  But, as with me, at this point, it is well out of our hands.  If, really, life and death are God things.  Still, I will encourage an easier path this week.  I don't want to see her fall.

I finally rested and slept enough to catch up a bit today.  Enough to begin opening up my upstairs room.  Two large baskets of clothes were sorted into drawers.  Some is arranged to be hung.  I opened the space, mostly, that was wanted cleared.

I may yet turn one of the covered hanging clothes racks, so the both face each other, open toward each other.  With the recently cleared area, and unmentionables drawers, and these, all facing into the cleared area.  Then I'll bring up a dressing bench to make a mini dressing area.

Then more laundry down.  A table possibly cleared.  Boxes sorted, some to go, others to be put... somewhere else, eventually.  Boxes to be broken down, a few new and old empties.  But only a few more things tonight.  Then I'll have something to eat and drink then go to bed.

Meds were taken.  Should feed Sassy a last time, and do a quick quiet check on mom.  If she is awake I'll see if she needs any last thing, some water or tea... iced.  I set up her coffee earlier.  Might put the grinds and allulose in my french press too, for an easier start.

We have done bundles of work since returning.  She has memory issues, but so do I.  We are... learning to... take a breath.  And just ask, not shout or accuse.  It's working.  We, neither of us, gets our way, when or as we always want it.  But with a little patience, we get through communal and personal needs and wants as possible 

Well... on to getting laundry down, checking the dryer... if I think it is all clear.  Then some food?  Definitely some water.  Feeding Sassy.  Checking on mom.  Then up for a few more chores before crashing.  Would love a shower but have had nearly two a day since returnig.  A day off, or two, would be good.

Good night.  Or later.