Tomorrow

is the day Mom goes to the Manor. It is tough no matter how much I want to get out of here. She was somewhat depressed but when I wrote out how long I would be gone and that I was coming back, think that helped. Of course, she still doesn't want to go. I found out tonight I was not completely losing my mind. A few things happening in the living room and her bedroom that I did not remember doing. Yep, you guessed. She is WALKING with the walker. Suppose to be wheelchair bound for 4 more weeks but guess she is her own doctor! She is one damn tough old broad.