progress

John picked up the desk chair without wheels I ordered for Florence, though he didn't notice it was made up with the wrong kind of arms. He has arranged people to help him move her tomorrow. He was going to arrange for an aide, but the social worker told him the home health service would cover it and he didn't remember/understand that the physical therapist had said Florence would need more than that.

I got letters about our situation mailed to the college financial aid offices and got my first round of grading done. Talked to our daughter, who is upset about the death of a student at her school. I'm tired. We are doing the best we can.