Dianne was so weak and immoble today that i threatened to dial 911, She sat most of the day looking to my inexperienced eye tike a catatonic in a mental ward. She ate little and spoke less, answering questions in monosyllibles almost too soft to hear. We struggled for an hour to get her into bed tonight and i finally had to ask our good neighbor A for assistance. She is asleep now, looks comfortable. Knowig that this is unspiritual and inappropriate, i am begging for a miracle and have said as much aloud, though i'm sure she thought i was joking.