I don't really know how to word this post - I'm lonely for him and worried for him. He sleeps most of the day and night, like from 10pm til 5pm - unless I wake him. Lately, life hasn't held much for him and he "sits" - just sits. It bothers me, I worry he's depressed, upset, scared or maybe just slowly fading away from us.

Could wake him after 12 hours, per our doctor - but, I feel if he's sleeping, he's not trying to think or function. Maybe angels watch over him and he sleeps in peace. Seems so.(The angels did fall asleep on the job last night, though!)

His disease is affecting him more lately - he no longer reads the paper, doesn't watch his favorite/only show and is turned off by the news. Biggest thing I see, he no longer reads his books. He goes thru them and asks, "Is this yours or mine?" Even it is mine, I say it's his. Then his classic, "You can never have too many books."

Food is the least of his worries, although, he eats what I set before him - to a point. It can't be too much - this after almost 24 hours without a real meal. Try to get something like a smoothie into him at bedtime but he's not hungry.

Is this the body's way of responding to misfired messages?

Any suggestions?

Bleary eyed and overtired, I got up again when I heard the blind being put up - "What's the matter, Hon?" He turned to me and said he didn't know - sirens had been howling all night. He got up each time. I really didn't hear a siren this time but was whacked from lack of sleep. Accidents, medical emergencies, forest fires?

Our neighbor is a volunteer firefighter and he answered calls all night - the first about 11:30pm.

We live in a very rural area, on top a ridge between 2 lakes, as quiet as can be - usually. We don't even have street lights - yes, we do have a street:)

Anyway, we have a bedroom downstairs in the far corner of the house, diagonal to where ours is on the main. This morn I made the bed up and we're sleeping there tonight.

Thought you may enjoy seeing a few kitchen reno pictures from Neil and Dan's home. I sat drooling in these chairs many an hour! Mercy, what a nice job they did. (The chairs are a soft sage although look kind of beige in this pic.)
The house is old (1903?) but beautifully kept and such a delight to spend time in.
This is the little sitting area in the kitchen - I think I have a picture of the new cabinets. This pic courtesy of Mark. Wayne was very lost all the time - it's a big home.One sweet memory of our visit happened the last evening there. We were on the 2nd floor and the furthest bedroom from the bath. Wayne said he'd just run to the washroom - it was right in front of him and he couldn't find it. It was sadly humorous or I have a sick sense of humor - maybe both.

Love the glass doors up top. The unit on the right is in the sitting area and full of interestingly designed shelves and pullouts. It's tough to come home!

Wonderin'

As I watched the North shore mountains slowly fade from view, wondered if I'd ever see them again.

We planned to stay in Vancouver til Friday but it was difficult for him. I decided it better to bum a ride back with S&R on Monday. (Thanks)

I have US money just burning a hole in my wallet - we were planning to shop there today. So then I wonder if I'll ever wander our favorite haunts together again (in Washington). So many memories were made there - thank goodness we went when we could.

Do As I Say, Not As I Do (Didn't)

We had a rule for the 4 of us when the boys were growing up - if you are going out and we're not home, a note must be left on the fridge - What, Where, When and Why.

Broke that rule myself and didn't post a note of our plans - plans cut short, but still plans. For that I apologize.

I've always appreciated when bloggers mention they may be "absent" for a bit - it's no excuse, but was really busy getting ready, then slept at S&R's Thursday night so we could make a quick morning getaway.

Thanks for your concern - all is as well as can be expected.

All is well - will post tomorrow - hopefully after we get home. Thanks so much for friends - and sorry to not have explained.