Burt was looking for a job. I know I mentioned that a few times. It’s hard to dissuade him, and this delusion that he needs to work is persistent.
The other night, he was intent and preoccupied with some sort of project. He’s always managing and directing others at his job.
Work kept him up late and also recurred over the course of the night.
I can sleep through anything. He was barking orders a lot.
I was able to recuse myself from the command to “do this now” by a claim that I had organized everything in boxes. (Well, I had.)
Thus, while he continued to boss the imagined staff, I could sleep.
He caught up by sleeping the next day and miraculously also slept that night. Well, his sleeping and tired-weakness are not so much a miracle as a worry.
It’s clear that he is in a decline. Added confusion, more intense delusions, and hallucinations along with his weakness moving are all part of that downturn.
So, yes, the work project is funny, but there’s this sadness too.
Since this is Lewy, I always expect a change; maybe there’ll be a climb upward. Not knowing what to expect is just part of the ride.
this is our life 