When I got to the Birch Street Nursing Home this morning, there was a lot of bickering. Mr. Pearlman was accusing each of the other patients of snoring so loudly that he was woken several times in the night. The others were complaining that every time he got up, banging his cane around and shouting, he woke them up. Except of course for the deaf Mrs. Macmillan, who was the only one who got a good night's sleep. Mr. Pearlman told me he wasn't certain who it was, and that he had lost his white cane at one point and had fallen several times while looking for it. I went upstairs and found his cane outside of Mrs. Henley's room. Mr. Pearlman quieted down when I gave it to him.
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