It is five am and too early to be up but here I am.
It give me time to reflect on the life in the old folks home.
It is communal living. Things are gonna get mixed up. But a QUILT?
My favorite quilt has vanished from my apartment. The caregiver remembers putting in my closet, as do I. But now, when I want it, it is gone. Imagine. Someone, in some apartment has been issued my quilt,. Don't they notice: Hey, this isn't mine...where did it come from? No they don't. The caregivers tried to give me some shorts and a green pillowcase that belong to someone else... I noticed. Surely someone must notice an unfamiliar quilt on their bed.,
LATER: A housekeeper came by with my lost quilt... "It was in the laundry." Uh-huh. I am glad it is home again.