Morning at the Please Touch Museum with Tori. Like taking chickens to the beach.
Then bring Tori home off for naps and straight out again, this time to the assisted living facility to clean out mom's old room.
Then visit mom in the new place. Four beds to a room. She has a bed and a dresser, that's all. Oh, and two nearly catatonic roommates. She is in surprisingly good spirits tho. Always the optimist, she sees some good in everything. She chats with the staff, jokes, gives everyone hugs. I brought over her clock, CD-player and CDs, and a few family photos. It's a tough place to make "homey." But I'm gonna try.
Too tired to write more. Am gonna call it quits for today.