After a good morning with the family, I gave Mom a visit. I got there at 3pm, when her therapy was scheduled.
She was asleep but woke soon after I sat on her bed.
Mom told me she’d already had therapy. I thought she was delusional, remembering a day gone by, but certainly not today.
In fact, she did have therapy in the morning and it went well. Her PT said she did great.
I do wonder why they can’t keep to the schedule we agreed on. But I am happy it went well.
Thank God for days like these.