The 'keep' pile

The 'keep' pile

Mom, just now on the phone:

"Hi Jon. This is Mom. It's like a prison here. They say we can't come out of our rooms unless we tell them where we want to go. I want you to come over and tell them, like you did before. Come as soon as you can."

"Is there an aide there, Mom?"

"No. She just dialed the phone and left."

It's 10:50 a.m. I'm still in my pajamas. I said I'd be over at 3.

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We are trying to move, thus the sorting, above. Mania punctuated by bouts of paralyzing depression.

See Sister L's great new blog at http://www.habitsofanartist.com.