Can you give me a few more minutes?
    Not that I've explicitly asked anyone that today but I've been operating from that implicit question. Busy. And calm. And running late all day. Around Mom. She spent most of the day, no, excuse me, all of the day at home. I think she may have spent less time sleeping than she believes because when I finally arrived home with dinner she was awake, had eaten through almost a bag of popcorn, the TV was on, loud, so she had actually been trying to listen to it rather than use it as background noise for a nap. She gave me two different stories about whether she'd spent most of the day sleeping but it wasn't, and isn't, important.
    Her spirit is good. So is mine. I am, also, tired. Hopefully just tonight. We are going to be transporting less stuff before the move than I thought. I think it is important that tomorrow we use Mom's last hair appointment with her usual hair dresser as a pivot point around which the entire day is filled with some mild and stimulating activity, conversation, etc.
    I am running on nervous energy now, reviewing everything. Mom has been a bit foggy since Prescott. I'm not sure whether that's shell shock or, I don't know. Whatever, I'm giving her some supplemental iron right now. I don't think it will hurt her.
    Her blood sugar is another matter. I've been giving her almost regular doses of metformin but usually only a well timed once a day, if that. I modulate the dosage depending on her previous reading. I took one reading recently, although I've packed the glucometer (I may get it out before we move and record some of the readings, I may not) of 225, I think. I have no idea why. But spikes like that deserve 1000 mgs. A spike of 156, I believe, which I got today, gets 850 mgs. She stayed up all evening and we talked, watched TV, I wandered around putting things in boxes, finding things, losing things, until we finally stopped and stared at the set for awhile.
    In an effort to make the transition smooth and inviting I've already scheduled her first hair appointment in Prescott for Wednesday, September 17th. Oh! I just realized! Perfect timing for the book club meeting! Great! Our Prescott hair specialist (she really is more of a hair sculptor than a beautician) is excited about seeing both of us again, I'm excited about seeing her and my mother is having bouts of remembering who her hair sculptor is and wondering how she's doing. "I'd like to see her again," she said today.
    I will probably create a mood ring of a recording here of various periods throughout the last few and next few days that particularly strike me and why. But that will come later, in the oxygen-thin digestion of moving slow down.
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