At 12:30 p.m. Margaret had 6 oz. of whole milk,
3 oz.of yogurt, wanted nothing more and is now
moaning lightly apparently on the threshold of
sleep. She seems depressed but is not visibly or
audibly anxious.
At 2 p.m. she had 8 oz. more milk.

I'm reminded of Winslow Homers paintings of lonely
desperate fishermen in small open boats tossed by
the gales of a storm on the open sea.