Monday, December 10, 1984

Alma is much better. She is friendly, smiling and only somewhat restless. She sat all through lunch. She doesn't seem to have the restless urges at lunch to take one bite and then roam around.

I vacuumed my carpet, swept and dusted my floors, and cleaned all the glass in my living room.

Marie and I made prune cakes for impromptu guests tonight.