So Dad had his second care meeting today. And it was quite reassuring. He's doing quite a lot better rather quickly at his physical and occupational therapy. Meanwhile, as I mentioned the other day, he's calling Margaret rather frequently, particularly in the morning. All of this presents quite a different picture from what I get from visiting with him four times a week. We visit in the later afternoon, by which time he's pretty much tuckered out and mostly inclined to sleep. So it's really cool to see or at least hear about another side. I don't know what this is called except that it isn't cognitive dissonance. Perspective on the limitations of one's perceptions is not mellifluous, but more or less covers it.
Since I was out there already for the care meeting and brother Malcolm is in town and available, I asked him to take Margaret out for her afternoon visit. I was able to run some errands and most importantly catch up on paying Dad's bills. Funny how easy it is to put stuff off another day because you've already missed the last pickup of the day. Maybe that's-- naw, that isn't cognitive dissonance either. Just plain laziness and procrastination.
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