Whenever I find myself in a stressful but grateful situation, I clean. Not just clean ... I mopped floors on my hands and knees. I can't remember if I did this before I saw it on some old movie, or I saw it on that (unremembered movie) and said, gosh I do that myself. But I feel like it is a humbling myself before God reminding myself I am not beneath anything for anyone. To mop a floor reminds me that I am not so proud and I am so grateful of what has been given to me. And the doing of it always feels right somehow.
Mom is doing so much better today. She is getting bored and very grumpy and I see that as a good sign. The internal bleeding has finally stopped (after many "procedures"). I am hoping tomorrow she will be home. And now her room is clean from ceiling to floor ...
And her roommate, Pauline ... is doing better today. Her ex-daughter-in-law visited and they discussed her moving into the new nursing facility. I kept asking mom how she was doing.
So I plan on mopping more floors tomorrow. Thank you all so much for your sweet thoughts and prayers!