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» Wednesday, June 15, 2005
It strikes me that I make a pretty poor nurse, at least at responding to noise. Again, I was awake at six—but didn't need to open windows today, thank goodness! it was snuggle-in-the-blankets time last night and is only 56°F at the moment—and Mom was still asleep sitting up on the sofa. Woke up again about ten past eight and dozed on and off until nine.

When I got up, Mom was back in bed again; she was half awake, so I gave her a Percoset. She had gotten up, started to get washed, felt too tired to do so, put on a new robe, and gone into the bed; she said she didn't sleep well. Granted, I think she shut my bedroom door (not to disturb me!)—but I was right next to this all the time and didn't hear a thing. Sigh.