Yesterday’s sun turned to a gentle rain and a grey morning. Tanja’s day began early with occupational therapy: today’s exercise was getting in and out of her clothes on her own. The t-shirts we’re having none of it however and by the time Wren and I arrived at 8:00, she was on the verge of tears—the far side of the verge, to be honest.

Tanja’s roommate, who is on a daunting journey of her own, finds comfort in letting the TV lull her to sleep and, once asleep, she is I’ll-equipped to turn the tv off.

Normally the sound is not a problem—the speaker is in the little call button handset that sits by one’s head so the volume is low. But the light, especially the change from scene to scene, is pretty enervating for Tanja. We got her an eye pillow, which she is able to maneuver quite deftly, but last night she found that, once the light woke her, the tinny reverberations from the handset were climbing into her brain and preventing her from pushing her craft of sleep off the rocky shore of care and worry.

So she began the day exhausted, lost a fight with a t shirt and was feeling quite low, making her support team realize how much the support really flows in the other direction.

By lunch, she had gathered her strength and was looking formidable. And just now, as she headed off to her last hour of PT in this very busy day, she was issuing directives about birthday wishes that needed to be sent and household details that likely needed attention.

She is, in short, back.

I am off to get the Pad See Ew she has set her sights on. And I have a parcel of my t-shirts in my bag. I believe she will find they put up less of a battle.

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