Sigh. Every meal time I now have to remind Mom to push her food towards the middle of her plate. Her coordination is gone, and she simply shovels the food right off her plate. Because she eats on a tray in the living room, that means she shovels it off on the floor.
After spending 20 minutes of seeing her falling asleep in her chair, I finally got her to go to bed at 10:30 p.m. It's 11:30 p.m. now, and I can still hear her moving a bit. Getting her to bed probably woke her up enough to send her into a cycle of insomnia. Damn. At least my iPod and Audible.com save me from that cycle.