Well, it's late Sunday night, and the news for today is that I'm going home. Mom is still here, though I think we really have reached the beginning of the end (or the beginning of a beginning, depending on how you look at it). She's been very weak all day, is having more trouble scooting herself up on the bed, etc., and really is ready to go—you can see it in her eyes every morning: a look that says, "Why am I still here?".

However, tomorrow will mark 6 weeks away from home for me, and with Deb's Dad's health failing as well, it seemed a good time to come home. There's just not much more for me to do here, either physically or emotionally, and I have been so gifted with time that I no longer feel the need to be here for some theatrical last moment. Given how things are, there may not be one anyway—the nature of this disease seems to be a slow slipping away, and we may walk in tomorrow morning to find her gone. So home I go, and safe journeys to us both.