Conscience

My mom and Popcorn were happy to get out for a walk on this cool but sunny day. On the drive to Cornwall Park my mom said, "I feel extremely good about how I got my conscience done today." After the walk, back at Silverado, she went over to a resident Paul and I refer to as "the angry mumbler," a woman my mom usually tries to get away from. My mom took her hand, spoke nicely to her, and then hugged her. Conscience, indeed. I've never seen my mom interact positively with this woman before.