Chug chug

The Lewy roller-coaster has taken a small uphill turn.

Burt’s no more cogent than he was at the slip down the slope. The change is more to do with his engagement with others. He’s happy to greet those he passes and more interested in being around others.

We’re still surrounded by extra wives (now again, mostly named Tamara) and visits from mom and pop. He’s back to remembering his ex-wife’s name. At least he did last night.

He’s needy and demanding; volatile and quick to fly off the handle; unable to judge safe from harm.

His thought processes are convoluted, of course. He still has dementia, of course. There’s no escaping that.

The Lewy cart just chugged up the hill a little. I’m grateful to see him a little happier.