Saturday, July 9, 2016 

We have taken Valentino on two evening walks. Nothing. He pulled us all the way home and is now hiding in the basement. Must be an impending storm. Either that or he heard a firecracker earlier. There will be no coaxing him back upstairs until early next morning.

Mom isn’t in much better shape. She’s been packing for Bayonne, looking for the keys, her shoes, and anything in the closet. She doesn’t recognize her room, her bed, nothing. She was hungry and Rob made the mistake of feeding her. But mom has decided that the only food she will eat from now on is cereal. So cereal it shall be. No fruits, no veggies, no meats. Cereal. At least she gets good raw milk from A2 cows. And I suppose having survived nearly 100 years, she’s entitled to eat what she wants.