Soon, we switch the clocks.
Not soon as imminently but more in the context that Christmas decorations will go up before the Thanksgiving leftovers fill our freezers.
Musing over the time change is a teary event for me.
Time is a touchy topic when your loved one has lost all sense of it. Also, changing the clocks was a Burt initiative in our home.
He still changes the time on his wristwatch.
I adjust his watch. He thanks me. He asks what time it is. He fiddles with the dial.
He wears his watch all the time. It’s never set right for long.
this is our life 