Resthome levity (1 of 2): Sun exposure.

A few weeks ago when I was going to go get on shift at the resthome, I walked by the front patio in front, and there was a group of people sitting out, including the one resident who's over a hundred years old and still really with it.

And, she was sitting in full-on sun.

So, I called out to her and was like, "Hey, [her name], would you like me to come move you out of the sun?"

And, she was like, "What?", so I repeated myself.

Then, all of a sudden, a horror-struck look came across her face, and she threw her hands up to her cheeks and started hastily plucking at them, and she was like, "Oh no, I'll get wrinkles!"

Then, she laughed and was like, "No."