Schedule

7:00 Alarm goes off
7:01 Ponder life and say half-awake morning prayer
7:02 Jump into shower
7:09 Get out of shower and dress
7:11 Run downstairs and unlock the door for Sarah
7:12 Give Grandma Ensure, and visit for a few minutes
7:15 Make bed, throw hair into bun, and put on makeup (minimal)
7:20 Eat breakfast
7:30 Weed flower bed by wall and patio
9:00 Watch "What Not to Wear," and wait for Grandma to come get breakfast
10:30 Start cleaning with Dad and Sarah
12:30 Count out pills for Grandma's week
1:?? Run to DI, then pick up lunch with Dad and Sarah
2:00 Visit with Eileen, Dad, and Sarah
3:00 Work upstairs in the musty, filthy back room; make about twenty trips down the stairs out to the cars
6:00 Go to DI again with Dad
6:30 Eat large serving of vegetables
7:00 Make dinner for Grandma and visit
8:00 Finish second (or third?) load of laundry for day
8:15 Help Grandma with mail
9:00 Ish? Help Grandma get ready for bed
10:00 Ish? Collapse on bed, too tired to actually put on PJs or brush teeth
10:30 Ish? Read scriptures and try to stay awake the full hour . . .
11:30 Finish getting ready for bed and fall asleep

This doesn't include the many times I have come running to answer to the doorbell that rings in my room or the small hand bell used to summon me on the main floor. One of these included a ghost bell ring when Grandma was sound asleep. Maybe the house is haunted?

This is what my life has turned into. In a matter of 24 hours last Saturday my summer plans changed completely unexpectedly. Maybe this day doesn't look so tiring, but yesterday was worse. (I cleaned pretty solidly from 9:00 to 8:00.) After the last three days, a weekend at my apartment sounds like pure bliss!