Tuesday. One week in his new home. It appears as if he slept a bit for the first time. He talked some sense today and knew Pat was the best wife in the world. I felt a bit guilty this morning as I sat around while Dad was going to the gym.

Dad was looking pretty well today. We finished lunch about 1:30. Shaved and went outside for some sun. I read to him from my latest book. Too cold so we returned to the inside where he would doze in the chair, wake up and suggest we go inside where it would be warmer. I think he sees me without a coat and worries that I might be cold. He would make comments that were true and the next sentence was nonsense. He seemed to know that he was not in his home, but he spoke well of where he was.
The dining room is across from his room and is about twice the size of the picture.