When I stopped by to check on Mom today, she was in complete sleep mode, the typical sleepy day that occurs after a heavy day of social interaction.
She did not open her eyes when I greeted her, barely spoke to me.
I learned that Emily and her son Duncan Andrew had visited earlier in the day.
Too bad that he had seen her in this condition instead of at her alert, communicative best as she was yesterday. He returns to the Naval Academy in Anapolis and probably won't see his grandmother again before she dies.
"She's like a skeleton," he told Emily.
Mom can look very bad when she's out of it.