Life

I was going to title this one "Light, crumbs, and dog dirt," but then I thought, well, isn't that just life? Life continues in its many-textured way.

Because of various bureaucratic and personality snags, I don't feel like everything is moving full steam ahead to get my mom back to some safe weight bearing, but I do feel like we're doing well to keep her free from post-trauma delirium and pain. And her mood is generally good.