Upon arriving, I took Bugg to see Butch's door, that has all manner of spooky stuff, including a hand that squeezes a heart as you walk by. She was thrilled. Butch came by about that time and took us in to show us several more spooky contraptions.
When we returned Mom to her apartment, Bugg and I ran by her house to check on the workers. Aunt SuZQ, Gwanfader and the Cpt. were busy painting.
Mom just isn't having the easiest time. She's long had trouble with her knees. She's worn a multiplicity of braces, had many shots and, well, whatever she could do. For someone in her shape, everything in this new place is far. She needs a scooter, but she still has to have xrays again, then go to the ortho guy again, then submit all of that, only to likely have it denied we're told and have to do it all again in six months. Why oh why do they make it so hard. Last night was her first, since she moved two weeks ago, to stay by herself. She lived through it. Tomorrow night I'll take her supper and it's bath night. I surely hope things get easier.