6:05 AM – I was sitting quietly on the couch working on a blanket and watching youtube and Mom came downstairs and said “What’s going on?” She motioned for me to follow her upstairs where once again she looked around confused. I asked her what she seen and she replied, “I just came from here and there was a bunch of people up here.” She came back downstairs and looked around confused (evidently looking for that bunch of people that must have run down the stairs past her) and said, “and I still have a bedroom up there?” “Yes Mom, you just came down from your bedroom.” She decided that she would go back to bed and I agreed that it was probably a good idea.
8:00 AM – Mom came down again and asked, “How do we stop this?” What’s that Mom? “How does he keep getting in?” At this point, I’m confused and not sure if she’s talking about a person or a “critter”, but she goes back upstairs and looks and I can hear her say “Well what do you know.” As I’m typing this, she’s just standing at the top of the stairs. After a few minutes of this she said, “Never mind. I’m losing it.” I’m guessing that both instances this morning was from waking up from a dream and not being able to distinguish between the dream and reality.
1:40 PM – I woke up to use the bathroom and discovered that Mom had made a pot of coffee again. The only reason she makes a pot is so she can give it to the critter catchers. When I confronted her about it she says, “They won’t show themselves to you, I give up.”