I have been paying attention to our evening. Just now he got up, looks around like he’s in a new store or something and stops walking, head swiveling around as if to orientate himself.

“Were you looking for something, Hon?”
“Not sure.”

“Do you need water?”
“No, it’s not that.”

“Do you need to pee?”
“Yes.” (As he heads to the laundry room)

“It’s down the hall.” By this time I’m getting up. He is now on his chair at the kitchen table.

“Ok, Hon, let’s go.”

“Where?”