Visited mother.

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I stayed overnight as well.  I had meant to be up earlier in the day, then leave near the middle of the next day.  As it turned out, I got there later, so stayed until later in the afternoon.  I got to see how well she was doing, and what she was doing.

Much better, but still somewhat limited.  Able to do many things, but her flexibility is limited, reaching to the floor, her feet.  She'll need the brace until she doesn't.

She will be coming home Monday, if all continues to go as planned.  She doesn't want it, but may need oxygen.  Ugh, she hates that stuff, but really may need it for a while.  I at least talked her into getting it set up.  Easier to do, from there, and not need it, than to need it and have to go seeking it after her return.

No dog work, for her.  It is safe to let her keep her, when she is seated.  So she can brush her.  It's just walking her.  The first month or two of lessons will just be me.  Though she will watch.  And I will work with Jasmine daily, or nearly.  And begin walking her daily, or twice a day when possible.

She wants a few more things, and a book my aunt, her sister, suggested is in.  So I'll take that too.  Just an hour visit, or so.  But she feels good when I visit.  She is lonely up there.

I was supposed to call when I got home.  But stopped for gas, did a bit of grocery shopping, and stopped at the post office.  So was much later than anticipated.  I was trucking into food when she called.  I was a bit hangry.  She let me go quickly.  I called her back, after I had eaten, and... chilled a bit.

She seemed okay with it, but I could tell I had hurt her feelings.  Still, calling back will soothe that soreness, or in time.  All good.  It happens.  I did't sleep well up there, either.  So wasn't just hangry, was sleepy, tired, and a bit sore too.  Still, a later call to tend that is what I could do.

Good night.