Hot Monday

I am continually grateful for our impulse to drape the skylights and part of the back deck with shadecloth in the summer.  It was a very hot day, and the house is comfortably cool nevertheless.

The last trip of the day was to visit my Elder friend for a few hours, in the bed from which she will not rise.
The most distressing thing for me, and undoubtedly for her as well, is that she can no longer talk; so making her wishes understood was hit-or-miss, a collaboration between her unspecific gestures, and my guessing.
I was feeling really terrible about this, until it occurred to me that perhaps the very frustration she is experiencing at not being able to make herself understood might add to the motivation to leave it all--the bed, the hospital, the body.