Sleep comes our way.

Ho Ho Ho.

What do you think? Mr. and Mrs. Claus? It isn't my best Santa beard, but it works. Playing the part of Santa is one of my favorite character impersonation of the year. I love to see the little ones as their eyes get big, and the smiles. These are the times I love. 

Sweetie has always loved to see little ones when we do our walk abouts. If I don't think she is noticing one, I'll point it out to her, and she will just smile. These are the little Easter Eggs that we find on our daily outings. 

In a couple of days, we will turn the corner of the length of daylight. I think that this will mean a change in Sweetie's sundowners. We'll see how summer is this year. 

Just an observation about the CBD I'm giving her. One is how it keeps her calm. At the beginning of the year, we could go a good 3 maybe 4 hours inbetween doses, now we are at 2 to 3 hours between doses. I know it is the evening that is when it is needed the most. It does seem to help her sleep, if I can manage to give it to her before bedtime. At bedtime, it seems not to work as well. 

One of the things I'm noticing is I can't give her more than one dish at a time. She is starting to pour her drink into a different plate or bowl, or into her other food dish. She sometimes holds her spoon upside down, and can't put any food on it. If I take it away from her, I can prime the pump by giving her a bit of food on the spoon, the right way, and she will take it from there. 

She will put her biscuit in her bowl, and try to cut it up with her spoon. It seems her confusion is getting greater now a days. 

Sunday

Shower day. Excuse me ladies, it is my time to get naked with my wife. There is still something about being naked with her in the shower. Memories of fun showers are still there, at least for me they are. 

Before the shower, I put her on the scales to find she has gained weight, I must be feeding her too well. Weight gain is surly better than weight loss.

The showers are about the same as they were at the beginning of the year.  In the shower, she still lets me shampoo her hair, and wash her down. She seems to understand that what we are doing is good for her.

After breakfast and my morning chores, we head for the mall. As you can imagine, it is busy. That is good for commerce, and a sign that people want to get back to "normal". 

As we are gong in, a lady asks me, "Do you know you look like Santa?" With a twinkle in my eye, and a "Merry Christmas" she knows. 

It is like driving on the freeway at rush hour in the mall today. With carols playing over head, we watch shopper rush home with their treasures in their hands. The line to get pictures with Santa is long, and it seems that the Spirit of Christmas has captured the hearts of many. 

As we head home, Sweetie is trying to sing along with the music on the radio. She used to have a beautiful voice, and could sing knowing all the words, now I listen with a sad heart. I know what she wants, and what we get isn't anywhere near that. I will take what I can, and enjoy the effort behind the action. 

Home, pop a bag of popcorn, and we watch movies until dinner time. 

After dinner, I see a Bill Murry Christmas show on Netflix. I'm not a big fan of Murry, but we give it a shot. When the skits get too long, and dry, hit the advance button to where it is over, and see whats next. After his attempt of humor is done, and the singing begins, it turns out to be fun to watch. 

As we head for the bedroom, I'm hoping for a good nights sleep. It didn't seem to start that way, Sweetie moving about, and then when I hold her hand, she relaxes, and sleep comes our way. 

What a good day on the Road to Dementia Town it was. With gentle bends in the road, yet we did incounter some heavy traffic early on. Once through the congestion, it was easy to Keep Our Shiny Side Up. C'ya Luv Ya, and God Bless.   Arthur.