DAY ONE: She stood at the stove poking a baked potato with her fork. "God, my back," she thought to herself. It crackled like bubble wrap as she twisted her body around, hunching over in a desperate attempt to stretch out her vertebra. She always felt like she'd be at least a couple inches taller, if she could just make time to look for a good chiropractor. Her feet ached. She knew she should be wearing tennis shoes, but this house was so damn hot! That's what happens when you live with a 94 year old. She could feel the darkness at her back quickly swooping in and she turned to gaze out of the giant South facing windows. Today was the first day of snow! October 18, 2020. She thought about her mother whose birthday was in 2 days. Mom always wished for snow on her birthday every year. She quickly shut those thoughts off and turned to happier ones. She loved how quiet and settled the snow turned everything; like God fluffing a giant blanket over us all and tucking us safely into bed. She walked back to the kitchen and the stuck the potatoes back in the oven. They weren't quite ready yet. As she leaned on the counter mindlessly checking her Facebook, the demanding squawk of a one year old baby pulled her back into reality. She sighed as she went to the livingroom. "A woman's work is never done."