My Sherlock Holms bit of reviewing.

 At home.

With each day, a new day begins, and with it comes the smiles, the frowns, the laughs and the wants to cry. That just about handles the emotional wringer that I go through everyday. 

It isn't Sweetie's fault that we are traveling this path and I know it. There are times each and everyday that I feel so sorry for her. Knowing that she will never get better, that we are in the waiting room, waiting for that day when Jesus will make a house call, and it will come to its conclusion that in inevitable.

Monday

I'd been watching Sweetie with the nanny cam, and I saw that she was up, and I quickly went to greet her. Mornings are the best for us. Most of the time she is disorientated enough to get her peaceably into the bathroom to start our day. 

Monday was another shower morning, and it was easier this morning than before. I'm considering to do this every morning from now on. I'll have to switch some of the other things that we do as she sits on the potty, but in my opinion, a clean bottom supersedes all the other stuff. It just may turn into an easier way for me to wash her hair more often. 

Sweetie was real sleepy this morning. She fell asleep watching TV and I prepared our breakfast, and then on the chair after breakfast while I was cleaning up. I was a bit worried about her. 

She went back to bed and asleep right after breakfast. And when I was ready to leave to play golf, she was still asleep. My thinking was, I've got the nanny cams, and the house is secure, let test that she will be OK while I'm gone. 

I checked in on her about once every 10 to 15 minutes, and all seem well. When I got home she was up and happy to see me. Of course, she didn't know who I was, but happy was good. 

As the day went on, she was stand offish most of the day. Seemed to be uncomfortable with me. It was that way for the rest of the day. Even into the evening when we would cuddle on the couch, she didn't warm up to me, which is uncommon for her. 

It was when we went to bed, she didn't want to come to bed either. I knew she would be safe, so I turned off the lights, and went to bed. About 5 minutes later, she came in and got into bed with me, still staying away from me. 

I can only conclude that Sweetie was mad at me for leaving her alone. She couldn't tell me, or explain it, but doing my Sherlock Holms bit of reviewing, that is the logical conclusion. We'll see if there is any memory hangover today and how it will affect her. 

Looks like that little excursion onto a new road didn't work as well as Driver and me thought it would. That is one of the best things about Driver, He is will to let me try new roads every now and then. For He always knows the best way to get back on the good roads, as we travel down the Road to Dementia Town, with all its variation, we still know how to Keep our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv ya, and God Bless.