Mom told me yesterday she hates Mondays and Sundays. Everyone hates Mondays I told her. I called her early Sunday. She was fixing the plugged up toilet. I heard Mary went over later to help her. Mom's says the house is too big, she would like a small cottage, she can't do anything anymore but then she tells me she doesn't need Elaine. I went over later to find her sleeping in the back room. We sat there and looked at the pictures on the wall. "Doesn't Johnny look cute when he was small. Look at the blond hair". I looked at the pictures and thought, " I am probably mom's age now as she was in those pictures." I looked over at mom and she is a frail, old woman now. She told me she was going to bed, probably for the night. It was only 4:00. (Email from Angela to John, March 5, 2007)