Simmering Sunday...

Last night went by slowly, the result of a whopping case of insomnia. As a result, when I finally did get to sleep, I ended up sleeping in.

Mom was moved from one room to another overnight. Her old roommate - who was discharged with an oxygen bottle and a nebulizer - had been replaced with a poor elderly woman whose kin literally sat there and ate her lunch while cooing and ahhing over the old lady. Today, the woman was alone in the room with a notation that all visitors required a gown and gloves before entering, and my mom had been moved to a room down the hall.

I would expect something to happen tomorrow, in terms of determining where my mom is to go. It'll be either to a rehab center (she still appears to require the 5% dextrose IV drip) or home.

My afternoon trips to the beach have been exercises in, well, exercise. There are no people there with whom to socialize, and I may as well be on the far side of the Moon as I swim in the Long Island Sound. I figure the daily soaking has to be good for something, and at least I'm walking to and from the beach.

If I do not get any work tomorrow, I think I will go into Manhattan on Tuesday and see what havoc I can raise with clients.

Cheers...