I went to Atria for lunch. Nothings works better than a lunch at the funny farm to cheer one up. She woke up a little more clear-headed than last time, but wandered around wearing only her pajama tops for about half an hour, trying to straighten out a necklace n her dresser for literally 30 minutes, butt flapping in the breeze. I finally got her dressed and then to the dining room. If dementia has ever been something she could hide, it no longer is. I don't know if the woman who eventually joined us, Betty (someone I had not met before), has dementia or not, but I suspect she does. My mother asked many times if this were lunch and just lots of stuff like that. I did a lot of explaining what we were doing today (flowers to the cemetery), who Paul was, etc. Nothing new. Just the new normal, with a bit more nudity involved this time.