On the way to work, I passed by the lot where the little, silver Escort had been towed after the wreck. It was gone, which means that it has been transferred to the body shop that will repair it.

Came home for lunch. Mother had been sitting up reading one of the books she got at the library on Saturday. She said that her hip hurts--that it is sore--where she fell on it this morning. She sat at the dining room table while I ate lunch (fish sticks, macaroni and cheese, green peas, and milk). Then, she went to lie down.