“You can let the water out now, Hon.”

I hear it running but there is an eerie silence – that “mother instinct” – remember?

So I go back to the bath and he’s sitting upright in the tub, water is slowly lowering.

He looks up at me, “I’m going to be sitting here forever.”

Poor guy thought he had to sit in the tub til it emptied.

A thousand things to remember or try to remember:)

Today is not a good day – I believe another “step” down. He no longer wishes to watch Fraz*er – formerly the only sitcom that he enjoyed. So far, he will still watch the news.

We visited the library, still a favorite place, and he bought books again – (You can never have too many books. Yeah, I know, Hon)