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When I got there this morning, my mom was dressed but in bed. Her roommate, naked from the waist down, was busy stripping her (own) bed. I sat by my mom and tried to give the roommate freedom to do her own thing, and when my mom woke, she spoke quietly about not wanting anyone to get upset about anything. Or worry about her, or something. After a bit she came to full consciousness--by then I'd called in a caregiver to help the roommate get dressed--and the day began to feel a bit more on task. We walked around the facility and learned that one dear resident is now on Hospice care, and then we saw I couple I know about to move in a dad. Then we got out and took a walk in the light rain.