Hear a clatter from my room, B has dropped her cane in the kitchen. I realize it is late, so I head up the stairs to see B is sorting through our medicine cabinet and on the phone with her daughter. She wants to skip Physical therapy because 'she has a headache' which could be legit, could be a fit. Who knows? I apologize, tell her I was doing things down stairs. She says "you had trouble down stairs" and I'm like "No, I had things to do down stairs" and she has this 'oh' nonplussed kind of thing.