We had a leisurely trip to Memphis where we met Jesse and the boys for a Lacrosse game. Their team lost, but they didn’t seem too disturbed by it. They have been playing 4 years and enjoy it.
Kate has gotten along pretty well but does get confused when we are in different places. Yesterday morning as I was finishing up in the bathroom before running out to Starbucks for coffee and a couple of blueberry muffins for her, I heard the door to the room open. I opened the bathroom door and found that she had gotten out of bed and opened the front door looking for a bathroom. I told her she could come in (to the bathroom). She said, “That’s all right; I’ll just go to another bathroom.” She obviously thought she was at home.
I won’t take this time for a serious discussion of how I am adapting as Kate’s condition worsens. I will only say that I believe I am letting a number of things slip that are a result of trying to think of so many things in connection with Kate as well as my own obligations. On this trip I left my backpack with my camera and backup medications in the hotel room in Nashville along with some of Kate’s clothes and my black belt. Fortunately, they found the backpack. I will pick it up as we pass through Nashville on Tuesday. I made a subsequent call about the things in the closet, but I haven’t checked back to see if they found them. I am optimistic that they did since they found the backpack. We haven’t come close to the situation described in the 36-Hour Day, but I can easily see how one can feel there are not enough hours in the day to do it all.
