October 10th, 2021


My mother gets up to use the commode, forgets that that was what she was doing, finds herself sitting on the edge of the bed and assumes it's time to get up. So she shouts for me- and when I show up, asks me if I know where her clothes are.

She did it twice last night. The second time I had a hard time keeping my temper- not only because it had taken me ages to get back to sleep after the first call but also because she had interrupted me in the middle of a splendid dream where I was breaking bread, saying "This is my Body" and generally carrying on like I was Jesus.