Well good morning sir

I need to buy one of those little digital recorders so I can tape record some of his ramblings. They are incredible. Its really hard to describe what its like trying to talk with him. The only thing that I can think of that may give a sense as to what it's like would be listening to someone talk about six different subjects in one sentence and none of those have any basis in reality. Its genuinely maddening. On many occasions I just have to turn to him and ask him just to stop talking. "Dad, stop talkin please". I know that sounds mean but its the only thing I can think to do to stop the screaming in my own head.

He woke me up at 3:30 this morning as I heard him downstairs. I ignored it for the longest time but I had to go investigate. I found him in the living room on the couch trying to cover up with cushions. I woke him up and got him back into bed, which by the way is only 20 ft from where he attempt to go back to sleep.

After getting up this morning for good (I went back to bed but never went back to sleep) I went to to make the morning coffee. The signs of dads kitchen run in the middle of the night were apparent. Cans of diced tomatoes all over the kitchen counter and island, soda cracks remnants all over, a half piece of bacon in the kitchen sink (cooked bacon thank god). But the coup de gras was, well ... you know those decorative decanters that people used to have in the kitchen in the 90's? They were filled with vinegar or oil and had peppers or herbs floating in them? They're sealed with wax and usually had some twine or charm or something hanging around the neck of the decanter. ... do I need to go on? I think you know what I'm referring too. I found a kitchen knife next to one of those (yes I still have five of those decanters in my kitchen because my style is not up to date ... don't judge me!) the wax had need carved off at least an attempted carving. I only thank God that he wasn't successful in getting the lid off. Heaven know what would have happened to him if he had eaten a few of those peppers. They have been floating around in that vinegar for ten years perhaps.

Well .... the coffees good this morning anyway.