Kate was getting dressed when I went to check on her at 10:30 this morning. She asked my name. I told her, and she said, “I knew that. I just couldn’t remember. What’s your name again?” I told her again. She said, “Oh, you’re a nice guy.” Then I said something about our being married. She said, “We’re married? How did that happen?”
She sat down in the family room to take her morning meds. I heard her call my name. (She still does pretty well recalling my name when she needs something. I suspect it is a conditioned response. It occurs without thinking.) She had noticed a TCU magazine on the table and asked if she could take it with us. A minute or two later, she had forgotten asking me. She asked, “Is this ours or theirs?” She may have been thinking we were in a hotel. I told her it was ours. She said, “So I can take it with us?”
As we were leaving for lunch, she decided to use the bathroom. She pointed to the door beside her and asked, “Is this a bathroom?” I confirmed her suspicion. It’s just another indication of how the house is becoming less familiar to her.
