We had Mom and Sis over for dinner. Sis and I went to Mom's house and got her up and ready and brought her to my house where DH was manning the kitchen. Sis is a vegetarian, Mom doesn't know what day it is and Rosa doesn't particularly love turkey, so we had a non-traditional Italian pasta dinner with a few desserts. Mom was decidedly non-perky and asked more than once if she was dead yet or why she couldn't just lie down on the floor and die.
I'm sure I will horrify some when I say my gratitude cup would have really overflowed if Mom had died during the dessert course. Oh well, can't have everything. Poor Mom does not deserve this hellish existence.