Creatures of the Night

Ever since Queen Janita arrived at Shangri-La bizarre Creatures of the Night have been fluttering about. I don't know if this means she is a sorceress who casts a pall upon her nocturnal minions or they just smell something juicy. I consulted with Mother and she smiled but gave me no insights into the correct way to divine this situation.

A QueenJanita Nocturnal Visitor

Miz Judy does not laugh and giggle now...she grows more tired with each passing day. Nonetheless, she does seem to be in good spirits and comfortable. Mother is very, very thin so I pick her up and carry her to her perch on the verandah sometimes. I do not think she will be able to make any more trips in the wheelchair down the road or to the dock on Lake Hamilton. She is on oxygen supplementation at all times now and is utterly exhausted by being lifted onto the bedside commode. Guests are far beyond her strength.

Dad is a trooper but increasingly distressed and sad. He spends more time than ever out in the garden and garage doing projects but, at night, I notice he does not sleep much and stares at nothing much of the time. I am certain this is very hard for him. Janet and I stay busy and engaged taking care of Mother so that helps us.

Mom does mention all of you at times...still. Always with love and affection.

Jeff for Judy