A quiet day, I wander over to the office to tidy up and do a bit of work but was not very productive. I am very happy this week, as my ankles seem to have completely recovered. I am setting small goals; back to walking first, and gentle games of squash and pickleball. I haven't tried running but I think soon, son I'll be able to run.
Mom is still with us, there is little meaningful interaction these days - gentle reminders to wear her slippers, drink her soup; simple answers to repeated questions. Some of her questions show a serious loss of recall - asking to prepare lunch for dad, saying her mom will pick us up after lunch. Despite these seemingly simple issues, and her relatively good temperament it still takes a toll on Sam - she treats mom like her own, but the added duties of cooking for, and cleaning after mom is taxing.
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