late risers

Dad says he woke up at an uncharacteristically late 8:50AM today. I woke up around 9:30AM, but didn't get out of bed until sometime after 10. Mom didn't get out of bed until close to lunchtime, and she doesn't appear too hungry at the moment: she ate only part of her lunch. We don't force her to eat, but at the same time, we worry that she isn't taking in enough nutrition.

Mom's leg seems to be doing better. When she wears white pants (as she often does), we occasionally see spots on the back of the left thigh where the harvest site has been weeping a bit, but over the past week, these spots have become increasingly rare. That's another reason why we want Mom to keep eating: the nutrition helps her heal. (Because Mom ate so little for lunch, we're giving her vitamins.)

We're all moving around a bit sluggishly today; Dad's back is hurting him, and even though I had the luxury of staying indoors while everyone worked, I'm still a bit tired from yesterday's food orgy. My brother Sean is here right now, but he'll be leaving soon to play in a opera-- one that was just composed, libretto, music, and all.

I'll be back later today with some pictures of yesterday's project, which was indeed completed by evening. A tribute post is in the works.


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