Confused

Confusion comes and goes 🎢 with “Benny Blue.” 🎢 For instance, Burt’s level had seemingly hit a high water (or maybe I should say low water) mark. Then today, the word-scramble went back to his normal.

Yesterday, he didn’t recognize the term he had been using to describe his dementia; he had called it “Benny Blue” for some time. Today, he threw it around freely.

He also gave his aide an extra helping of difficult today, hung up on me on the phone, but spoke with greater assurance than he had in a while.

I could rest from my task at guessing what word he intended to use when using some random term. He knew what he meant to say. Today.

My intention is to treat the downs and ups with a certain amount of levity. They come and go.