Aunt seemed awake and alert at this morning's visit... except for the part where she asked if we had ever known anyone who "this had happened to." Like lung surgery, I asked? No, she said, someone who just lost their ability to talk all of a sudden. Um. We know why you can't talk, Aunt Irene; it's got to do with that tube in your neck. Very weird. Otherwise, she seemed perfectly with it.
Dad and Ann are visiting her for the afternoon visit, and I'll do the evening session so they can have their normal Saturday night date. In between, dad's making crock-pot ribs and sauerkraut. Mmmm...
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