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   Mom was fixated today on her name being Julia. Frances. Loyall.
   She said it over and over, conversationally, for 15 minutes, until I got out my phone and looked up the version of "Julia" in which John Lennon sings alone with one guitar. I cranked up the sound and suddenly she was talking away.
   But I couldn't understand her over the song.
   I lowered the volume, and just like that she stopped talking.

   Sunny has been telling me that the aides are putting Mom's dirty socks in the top drawer of her nightstand instead of the linen cart on the hall.
   Sure enough, the top drawer was full of socks, some of which did not have partners.
   Why? "They are lazy," Sunny said.