MIL’s meds come via FedEx, and they’ve been pretty good about putting them on the porch by the front door. We almost never use our front door, but when we’re expecting meds, we check frequently if we don’t actually see the van/truck drive up.
We’ve had other FedEx deliveries left in the middle of the drive or against the garage door directly behind a car - despite a covered porch being all of 10’ to the left. Honestly, if I didn’t have to walk behind my car to get to the driver’s side, I may well have driven over one or more of the boxes. (Front of my car nudges up against shelves on the left to leave room for both of us to open doors without hitting the adjacent vehicle, hence the need to walk behind.)
When the garage is open, Brown will leave boxes between the vehicles or carry them all the way in. And if I happen to see the delivery, the nice folk in brown will carry them exactly where I specify. Otherwise, they leave everything on the covered porch. doggio - pass on my thanks! 
FCD promised both of his parents that we’d care for them ourselves to the best of our abilities. Plus, frankly, we couldn’t afford a nursing home - what little MIL has in the bank might get her thru 2 months… maybe…
She (therefore we) had a rough night. I heard her around 2AM in her bathroom weighing herself (talking scale, remember?) She went back to her room leaving the bathroom lights on, and when I got up to turn them off, she was in her room looking for something. When I informed her of the time, she went back to sleep.
Then around 6AM, FCD got up and went to her room. I couldn’t make out much of what was said, but apparently she didn’t know where she was and she’d forgotten how to operate her lights (she often forgets to say Alexa) and she had no idea what day or what time it was. He got her to go back to bed, but by then, I was wide awake. So I got up and (I hope) they’re both still sleeping. Her confusion is getting worse and worse.
And just now (it’s after 7) she went in and weighed herself again. I went back to see if she was OK, and she was saying stuff about not being able to use the walls, and blood, and Sarasota. I persuaded her to go back to bed. The decline seems to be accelerating.
On the other hand, Ziva is getting better. She’s eating and pooping after of couple of days of doing neither. And in the evening, she comes into the living room and wanders around a lot more than she ever did before. The other day she even went after the yarn as I was knitting - very kitty-like. One less worry there.
It’s overcast and dreary and in the 40s right now. Accuweather shows rain moving into our area after noon, so I’ll make sure to deal with the leaves before then. But the greater chance of rain comes overnight - we surely need it. I’m hoping FCD can haul the truckload of miscellany to the convenience center this morning. It’s all stuff from the garden shed, but I may add a couple of bags of household trash and recycling since there’s still space. Oh, and I have a couple of houseplants to divide and repot.
That’s the plan for today. So far. Who knows what lies ahead??
Happy Thursday!
