I have a dear friend who claims she only needs 4 or 5 hours a night. She loves coffee too. Surprise, surprise! She needs the caffeine to keep alert from not enough sleep. She says no, though.
I'm still taking care of my mother. She had a very good day yesterday where she had very little drifting away from me. My brother said the greatest thing last night. My dad and I were talking to him on the phone. My dad was explaining her illness in very clear terms. Then he said, "Billy, don't worry about your mother." Billy said, "I'm not worrying, Dad. I just want her to know that I love her." That's how I feel too.
Cheers from the local Marsh Road Starbucks (with the lousy music playing right now),
Sue
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