||[Dec. 10th, 2016|10:24 am]
My mother doesn't want to get up this morning.|
"I'm very comfortable," she says. "Do I have to?"
I rummage round for compelling rejoinders and can't find any.
So I leave her in bed.
She's 95, she sits around all day doing nothing, she doesn't understand the world (if she ever did- if any of us ever do) and her one remaining pleasure is food, though she never knows what she's eating.