A few glasses of wine and a good night's sleep and I think the unconscious has sorted through a lot. I will conclude that for as sad as everyone was yesterday, there was no surprise. I just wish it didn't seem like it was inevitable.

MOM had more wine than I did so is still snoring in there -- it may be a while before she reports back on what she dreamed.

It's a humid overcast day, and I think it's time to put the dog spa away for the year. Next one who sees MOM head out to the back yard ask if she wants me to siphon the water into the garden, around the trees, or just pour it there on the lawn near the stairs. You'll remember that last year when we did that she stepped into the mud and lost a shoe in the lawn. It turned up after the yard dried and froze this winter, but she couldn't ever make that shoe look as good as the mate to wear again.