Haven't bugged mom today yet, but she talked to Ginger yesterday while on her way to ballet. I gathered that she was at least out of bed for the moment. She's nursing that crummy cold. Dad joined the call and we had a laugh about mom's latest "out of it" behavior (courtesy of the sauce"). She left a plate to be washed with her glasses perched on top. I shouldn't laugh. But, she's weaning herself and it's a reason to laugh, because she does, too.