At some point when mom was still able to go on Tuesday shopping trips she procured melatonin. Lots and lots of melatonin. When the care staff got wind of this, they confiscated it, got a hold of me, and asked what I’d like to have done with the illicit substance. The next time I went to see mom, I stopped by the care office first and picked it up. This was a good two years ago, maybe longer. In getting ready to head back to the Island tomorrow, I was doling out my evening pills and put the last of mom’s melatonin in tonight’s box with the rest of my vitamins. Made me a little wistful, and miss the sneaky side of her even though I don’t think she knew in those moments she was breaking any rules. I know, and that counts!