Looking back

Linda met her therapists at Rusk a year ago today. It was a Friday. Fred had actually stopped by the day before, but today we worked with everyone. Linda doesn't remember, and even I only have sketchy memories of it. I remember Lyndsay asking about how many steps and levels there were to the house. I was thinking to myself, "Why the hell is she asking me this right now? It's going to be quite a while before we have to worry about any of that stuff."

I'm sure they remember it better.

Up all night

Linda's been having trouble sleeping lately. She said she was up for several hours after 2:30am only to fall asleep around 5:30am and dream she was falling face first down a flight of stairs. That woke her up again.