Not much more to tell about that weekend. Three more visits to the closet before I left. Mom was still happy as a clam, although every now and then I'd catch her looking at me weirdly.

I told her not to worry about it, but I'm not sure it stuck.

I paid a visit on Tuesday but had tests the rest of the week. I needed the stress relief come that weekend. By Saturday mid-morning Mom had wrung five more loads from me. She was getting even better, if that's possible.

She'd lost four more pounds and was beaming. Plus it was cheat day again. We went out for lunch,...