All this time running around, Mom was really tired. She stopped several times to sit and catch her breath. She has apparently been like this for about two week now. She has to walk really slowly and cannot walk far without getting tired. Not winded, like her sister, my Aunt Merine, was; but tired, having no energy to do what she wants to do. She wanted to go look at jeans with me, but she got tired, so I suggested she sit down. She wanted to hang out in the garage and see what Floyd and I are unpacking, but she got tired so easily. <sigh> Not good. I worry about her. She has to wait for a while – a few days? a few weeks? – for the next step. I want to act now while it’s early. So does Mom, I know. Floyd has been really supportive and helpful during this whole thing. Without Floyd, I am sure Mom could not do anything. My role in all this is to help out.