Hanging out

I found my mom still in bed this morning, but she was easy to rouse, clean up, lotion, dress, and entertain. After several brisk laps outside and in, we sat on this couch and poked through the newspaper for things to talk about. Politics, murder, and the poor young man who fell from Clark's Point (did you witness that, Barb?) aren't good topics for us, so we mostly looked at ads and I asked her if she'd like any of those things, whatever those things happened to be. When that didn't get a response, I'd point to photos of babies.