Mom called.

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She sounded healthy, better, much better.  They are doing physical and occupational therapy.  The latter is more cognition, memory, and such like testing.  She is doing exceptionally well.  Which I suspected she would.  Which is why I wanted her in the more intensive program, there at the hospital.

Beside my belief she would do well, I was sure she could handle it.  Which is proving out.  I feared a nursing home.  Much less rigor.  And they want to keep them, don't really want them to improve.

She has a list of things she wants.  I'll collect things tomorrow and take them the next time I visit.  Things to help her stay warm.  It is getting cooler, fast.  And hospitals are notoriously cool to cold places anyway.  So, yeah.

Pleased with her.  But we need to be really careful going forward.  I want to make sure she can live at home until her time is up.  And, hopefully, she still has a decade left, maybe more.  And of good living.  Slow, perhaps.  But slow isn't all that bad.  Though, even slow, she has a much fuller life than I have.  Good for her to have a place to live it.

On to sleep.  Gaming is helping me stretch my waking hours.  Perhaps too much?  I'll take it though.  For now.  A steak thawed for tomorrow.  And maybe some veggies, if they are still good.  Good night.