As soon as we woke up I ran outside to check on the cats. They were all whining like they were confused as to why they were being �punished� by being left in the chilly darkness. I fed and comforted them. They were fine, really� just spoiled rotten!

Mr. Wilmer had a hard time waking up. This is common. But once up, he insisted on standing. At one point, he was holding onto the kitchen counter. He seemed steady. I said I was going around the corner to change the television channel to the news� and literally in the five seconds it took me to walk around the corner and pick up the remote control, I heard a huge crash! Mr. Wilmer had let go of the counter, staggered backwards, and fell on his butt. He wasn�t hurt, thank goodness.

Miss Chris gave Philip the birthday present I helped her pick out for him yesterday (since she won�t be able to see him on his actual birthday this Friday). It was a pair of New Balance shoes, blue. Philip loves shoes� and goes through them quite fast. He loved them (in fact, he told me to tell her to get them).

:-)

Philip had to go to work. I helped Miss Chris feed breakfast to Mr. Wilmer. Our home is soooooooooo not Alzheimer�s-friendly. We�ll have to make sure we have some special stools that have backs and arms for Mr. Wilmer (so he won�t fall off� or so we won�t have to stand behind him and stabilize him) and with cushions (so Miss Chris�s rear end won�t ache).

As soon as the in-laws left, I rescued the kitties from their outdoor sequestration. And I was finally able to relax for the first time since they got here yesterday! I immediately felt the full-force of my exhaustion and napped until Philip got home, bringing pizza for dinner, the sweety-pie.