I shouldn't giggle about a major accident, but a big rig fell over and dumped many tons of bananas all over the freeway.
The foster momcat is still with us. She spent days yowling for her kittens, poor thing. We noticed that her remembering what it's all abouts are very swollen. I suspect production is ebbing now. AW: Much less crying the last day! There is a report of purring in the night.
AW: SIL's 14 year old son sent his mom a nice note and some photos of him taken recently. W: My husband took them up to the locked memory care facility yesterday. SIL said to "take them away," then she stormed off because her brother would not take her to get her own apartment.
Her kind of early onset dementia (fronto-temporal, aka Pick's) is just so devastating -- she has lost the ability to reason, to care about others, and to regulate her emotional responses; she needs assistance with basically every daily living activity; she obsesses constantly (the apartment is an ongoing item); she has no insight, believes she is fine and everyone else is thwarting her. This isn't a new problem; but it is emotionally draining nonetheless, and the hits keep coming. AW: It is what it is; we're doing our best. W: people have fireplacing ideas that long term care in a facility should be easy peasy. Not really, sometimes.
AW: Fortunately, the temps have cooled a bit! AW: had a nice dinner last night at a place we hadn't tried.
What's up with you?