How on earth the folks at the nursing home can keep up with all the need to be useful and keep their sanity, I do not know. God bless them. Bill has been out of our home, now, since February 6, the day after his 57th birthday. I am still making repairs on his "tinkering" with the mowers, lamps, furniture, windows nailed shut, and so forth. God bless the nursing home staff.

The visit from Bill's father is over and the intense presence of negativity has lifted from my heart. I have had an epiphany. Sharing from the heart: