How Things Are Right Now

He sometimes eats real food, sometimes doesn't.

Mostly surviving on cookies, juice and hard candies.  

Sleeping or in bed most of the day.  When awake he just sits in one of the wingbacks with the standard poodle sitting across from him in the other.

When I took care of his feet on Monday, I saw they were swollen.

(c) David Byrne, Talking Heads

His skin is dry and flaking.  He pics at it. Because he is sometimes very whiny about any changes to his body, I haven't been as nursy as I should have been.

He's incontinent, urine wise.  I have the pjs and jeans on a regular wash cycle.

When he talks, he sometimes makes sense, sometimes doesn't.

My greatest fear for him is that he will be frightened while I'm out of the house.  But Birdy is always there when I'm not, so she can comfort him.

I am listening to old New Wave music on SiriusXM First Wave in part because it takes me back to the first time I ever lived for real on my own -- Salt Lake City, 1984.