IRP is getting used to the routine at the long-term care facility. I brought her Chinese food for lunch today so she would have some “real” food. I think “real” here means “something not made here” as the food I have seen her eat so far seems good except for the fact that there is little in the way of spices. This is doubtless because the regular residents have dietary restrictions due to various conditions. IRP is likely the youngest one there by at least four decades.
FMP and CPI are visiting now. Tomorrow, CPI and I are going to clean IRP’s room in anticipation of her coming home. RTA, upon hearing this, wished us good luck and said, “if I never see you again, I love you!”. This would be funnier if it weren’t so true.
While I was in, I helped IRP get a shower and helped her floor get a mopping by means of spilling my entire coke on it. So, now everything is clean.
TSG
In the Ensuing Panic 
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