Started out with getting him up off the kitchen floor. Then later off the bathroom floor and into bed. Thank goodness for my neighbor’s youngest son who helped me get The Curmudgeon up and into bed.

Seriously think we should get a hospital bed for him so he can be more comfortable when he has bad days and has to stay upstairs in bed. Don’t have any idea how to even begin that process.

A lottery win would buy us a house he could navigate easier that’s for sure. This house is NOT easy on him.

You all have a good one. I’m going to go curl up on the couch with Lucy and a good book on my Kindle. I need some quiet time.