I thought the day before was bad.

Wrong.

He spent the morning stumbling about, his walker barely of use.

A little after noon he decided to go take a nap and had trouble soon after he made it to the top of the stairs.

At dinner time he told me he couldn’t make it down to eat.

That caused a change in the menu. Much easier for him to eat leftover pizza in bed than a plate of lasagna.

I hope he has a better day tomorrow.