Friday

Nancy's notes:
CP is doing fine, very alert. He remembered beating me at checkers.

Reid came home from work at 11:30. He's worked long hours this week. When I got home from work he was mowing the grass. I fixed dinner and carried it down to CP. I told him that dinner was ready and he said, "I don't know what the point is. I may just lay down and die. I'm not useful to anyone!" I asked him if he'd had a bad day and he said, "Yes, I did. Well, no not really." I just ain't worth a damn to anyone. I go out and tell Reid and he explains that before he got home from work CP told Nancy that he was going to go mow the yard for Reid. Nancy naturally won't let him. CP watches Reid mow out the window and feels left out and useless.

I gave it some thought and decided that I could help him feel useful. I cooked dinner on the grill and went down and told him he had to wash the patio table so we could eat outside. He said, "I'd be glad to do that." However, when I ask him he is drawing Popeye. After 10 minutes I clean it myself. I tell him to come eat it is getting cold. He is still drawing Popeye. He starts to get up, and says "Oh me, I forgot to draw his pipe." He sits down and starts drawing again. I tell him that it will be waiting for him after dinner. He starts to get up and stops and starts drawing agin. Finally I gently take the pen from his hand and give him his cane and tell him Reid is waiting at the dinner table.

After dinner, he returns to his chair and starts diligently working on Popeye again. At 8:30 Reid goes down to check on him. He is still at the desk drawing. He generally goes to bed at 9:30 without any trouble so we go to our room to watch a movie. We fell asleep during the movie. I woke up at midnight and went to get a drink. Through the baby monitor I hear CP's tv. I go to check on him and he has fallen asleep sitting at the desk working on Popeye.

I cannot see him breathing...he is so quiet that I panic and think he is dead. I'm afraid to touch him. He takes a deep breath and my heart skips a beat. LOL now I'm afraid to wake him for fear I'll scare him to death. I gently touch his arm and wake him up and he is stiff from sitting so long. He gets up and goes to bed.