All we can do. Indeed. My husband is still relatively independent. Relatively. He seems relieved for me to take over more and more. It gets so boring to keep saying, this is hard, this is hard. How can little things be so discouraging? For example, my husband bathes and brushes his teeth, drives, and manages the basement stairs to do the laundry, but his appearance gets worse by the day. Ripped, tattered jeans, old faded jacket, and, worst of all, very long hair and a very long beard that he refuses to trim. He looks like a homeless person or a deranged old man. When I suggest pants without gaping holes or a hair and beard trim, he says he likes everything that way, that people find it amusing. He has no idea what people are thinking about him, but for now his fellows at the coffee shop seem to be putting up with him. I want to stop complaining but writing on this site has become sort of an addiction for me. Maybe I need to take a break. Your audiobooks are a good escape. I read tons of books. That way I at least get a simulation of lived experience.