Better in the Morning?

11am:
Sleeping, mouth agape, no shoes on bed.

It takes about two minutes for him to get aroused enough to engage in conversation. I sternly suggest a walk.  "If you don't walk you won't get strong enough to get back home." "Oh, OK." "Let me find out the best way to take you for a walk."

I find the nurse who then asks the Physical Therapist if Bernie is able to walk.  After a brief discussion we decide a wheel chair ride is the best.

We go "Fred Flintstone" style -- feet used as propulsion.  A bit of gentle steering gets us to the back garden.

Bernie asks the time.


I point to his watch, and he stares and says, "A little after four?" "Look again Bernie."  15 seconds of staring and he says "Oh, nearly 11:30?" "Yeah, good."

We sit in the quit and hear the birds.  Bernie does not sustain a conversation and does not begin one. 
It does feel good to absorb some filtered sun.  A little after noon the nurse finds us and asks if Father would like his lunch outside or in his room.  "I think in my room." Bernie says.  He needs a push back and I leave him in his chair as he begins his lunch.