I have had no appetite for most of the last four days, and I haven’t been managing to chew or swallow very well for the few bites I’ve tried. Things just won’t go down. I’ve wanted more to sleep than to eat, and I have been sleeping very deeply.
My breathing is still close to normal, but there does seem to be a bit of a rattle sometimes.
Bob, Daddy, Mother — I think I will be joining you soon.
[In retrospect, the last smile was on Monday, July 21. It was a good and bright one, though too quick to catch on the camera. According to her Baby Book, her first smile was on December 2, 1926. That makes for 87 years, 7 months, and 19 days of smiles for a lady whose ready smile was often noted. – Paul]