Groundhog Day ||: :||

Not anything exciting (like pork in the bra). Grandma gets up around 11:30, eats whatever breakfast we have for her, may read a little, goes back to sleep for a couple of hours, wakes up again to eat, goes back to sleep, wakes up in the evening and reads for awhile, then she's asleep again. Just like a baby. She sleeps a lot! She doesn't seem to be as alert. Maybe the new is wearing off?

Oftentimes we'll eat, clean up the mess, then she'll ask if we're hungry. When I remind her of what we had for dinner she says, "Oh yes. I remember that."

Today I bought her a magazine, "Remembering Michael~A Year Without Him." She loved it! It has since disappeared.

Thanks to Libby, we're down to two dogs. She still feeds them her food then repents when we catch her. One of the three is manageable: Simon. He doesn't beg nor eat from the table. Gotta git. She just got up. It's 8 p.m.