Fog in Tilden

Had a wonderful breakfast in Berkeley and a midday walk with Stephen in Tilden Park on Saturday, with a lookout high above the East Bay. Martha’s Bernese mountain dog Baci was also great company. Like us, Baci was happy to be out, loose and friendly with everyone and all that we met on the trail, despite the fog and intermittent rain. Our visit with mother Anne in the later afternoon was curtailed by my fear that I was coming down with something. A little sugar in my blood and a good night’s sleep, however, managed to bring me back.
Today we transported medical supplies to the new home (which Stephen saw for the first time). And because mother Anne was able to express gratefulness for our presence, the visits this afternoon and evening were especially good.
Tomorrow, while Stephen is meeting with clients in San Francisco, I’ll be meeting with her (discharging) physician, mother Anne’s former caretaker, and run various errands associated with the move which we have been unable to do over the weekend. I pray that mother Anne can be discharged on Tuesday, so that I won’t be left alone with the move, since Stephen returns to Boston on Tuesday night.