Oh, Dear People, I usually write when my mood is more positive. In already stressed lives, I try not to dump my sadness. But when I opened this string of remarks this morning, my mood was already compromised by the relentlessness of taking care of details of home and health that are mine alone. It sounds like most of you are in the early stages of dementia where we try to read meaning into every nuance of behavior change. Although, on occasions, my husband becomes what I call snippy, our situation is not dire in that respect. But, my age (86) and built-in longevity for him (94) find me focusing on a destiny that does not look sunny. It is late morning here, and I have just sent him off to the TV after he has completed the chores that are his morning routine. Those morning chores must be delivered one at a time because he is confused if his jobs are meted out in groupings of two or more. Along the way, there are many instructions like no left, or just above where you are looking. I have become calibrated to his movements and hesitations in a variation of the old joke. --How do you get to Carnegie Hall; Practice, Practice, Practice. By the time he is ready for the TV, I am ready to go back to bed. But, it keeps him involved and helps me track if big changes in his cognitive abilities are happening. Somehow, we have to find the silver lining in what we must do for those we love. Today, as he watches a hockey game rerun or a Sunday golf tournament replay, I will be busily organizing the explosion of unused and unwanted objects in our garage. Hopefully, the challenge of physical activity (I use a walker) will bring a boost of wellness, and this cloud of doom over my head will dissipate. This forum is so important to all of us whether it is to pass on information or just to let someone who gets it know we are tired. GloRo