Boomerang.

Hi, Sweetie.

You know the saying, "Its not the years, its the miles.". Here we are with both years and mile together. The youthful bodies are gone, the color in our hair has been replace by a crown of white, yet, my love for her has only grown richer and full bodied. Like a great bottle of wine, aged and care for, is the love I have for my Sweetie. Being poured out for her. 

One of the boomerang affects of having such a great day on Sunday, is the happened the following day. Sweetie slept most of the day away. I tried to wake her accouple of times. She just could not get up. I did get her up to change her and then she went right back to sleep. 

Then, when it came for us to going to bed at our normal time, she wasn't ready, she tossed and turned most of the night. I'm sure she will be cranky today, and I will endure it, because there isn't anything I can do to change what is happening. 

We have some appointments latter this month, that were made when she had a better sleep pattern, so I'm will have to plan to make sure she is up and ready. Try to curtail her activities the day before so she can be up and ready to go when I wake her. 

My lady that we hired to watch Sweetie works for a hospice, and we talked. She suggested that we get her examined. See if she qualifies for hospice care. I really don't she is ready for that, she is too active. But then again, it won't hurt. Keep you posted. 

Weather seems to be good, so we are off again. On the Road to Dementia Town. You, me and my Driver. He knows the way, His driving skills to behold. I can relax, for He is in control. I know He will get us to the end of the day safely. As we drive down the Road to Dementia Town, Keeping our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv ya, and God Bless.