Someone rang my buzzer an hour ago and said there was a man on the sidewalk, did he belong to me. I grabbed my cell phone and umbrella and went out to see what was going on. The woman said she'd seen the guy on our steps, he sat down, then tried to get up and then fell and cracked his head on the sidewalk. I asked him his name, and could he move his feet, which he could. I felt his pulse, which seemed somewhere in the range of normal though I didn't have my watch on. We stayed there until the ambulance came, telling him over and over that he'd fallen and help was coming. Turns out he lives in the building and his roommate rode to the hospital with him. (Is he the one I hear puking every morning? Can't be sure, but he's now the prime suspect.)

My mom was here last weekend.