Are we nearing the peak? Maybe. Seems like things are declining – slow and steady, insidiously. Have I told you that I hate you, AD? Oh, yeah, right, many times. Well, here’s another for good measure!
I watched as he tried to help today – we were filling small pails with water for patio plants. I set the pails in a row and handed him the running hose. He would fill a pail, then get the (only one) ice cream bucket and start emptying the full pail into a 3rd pail, using the small ice cream pail.
It was so methodical that I was interested, wondering what and why, what is his brain saying to him at those times. He didn’t appear to be upset, just very methodical.
About 2 am, he scolded me for “serving me that awful food”. I was amused because all I could think of was yams – which I do try to slip into his meals.
Then at about 3 am, he asked me what I was doing. Bit my tongue and answered, “Just sleeping.” Oh, I wish. Finally gave up and surfed for a couple hours, awaking at a decent hour.
no words…just hugs and prayers…
Oh Jean. Even though I knew you were on the climb, I sort of hoped your ascent would be different.
My mother in law would awaken 1 or 2 a.m., insist that her husband get up as she proceeded to strip the bed to launder the bed linens.
Yikes, sounds like he’s losing his biorhythms, hope you don’t lose your mind on the road. What a rough one it is…