I was upstairs a bit ago giving Dad his antibiotics and he was having one of those somewhat lucid days where he recognizes that he needs to be in the nursing home and told me he would go. Now, I’m doubting very much that he will still be willing later today and I’m waiting for the home health nurse to come this afternoon to see what he says then. But wouldn’t that be nice and so easy? We talked for a long time about the unpleasant truths of his situation – which I usually don’t do, as I’ve said, since it upsets him. But today, at least for a while, he was willing to listen and acknowledge that he is not safe at home.