Sunday

Sundays are taking on a nice rhythm. Wilson goes and walks with my mom from 3-5, then Paul and I meet them for dinner--or what Wilson calls an appetizer--at Silverado. After, we go to my mom's room and visit for a bit before easing out.

Paul and Wilson rested on the other bed while my mom and I emptied her pockets (packets of Oreos, Nutella snacks, most of a Snickers, wads of paper towels, rocks, pine cones, sugar packets, a pen, and a stack of coasters!) and rearranged a few things. She asked if we were packing it up and didn't seem upset when I said no, just cleaning up a bit.

Moving all the pillows, she said she'd get ready for bed, then walked us to the front door and said goodbye w/out asking to go home.

The picture shows her trying to decorate Longshanks.