HJN is packing.

She says she's folding up all the cards she's had (many) and all the stuff that's cluttering up her table (much) and placing it all in her suitcase. Now that's what I call a Good Sign.

The day she leaves that place will be a cause for celebration in my house. I have an ever-growing list of things that have been causing me ever-decreasing nights' sleep about her care. Not the right place to voice them here though. And doesn't apply to everyone concerned who works there. (Rehabilitation Care Home.)
I'm having an existential crisis here though. Can (some) people really care as little as sometimes appears?