first time ever...

I'm going to begin this with a big wow.
10 pm - just watched a show with my dad.

D - I'm going to bed. He gets up, picks up his shoes, and heads down the hall.
M- Night, dad.
D - come on.
M - I'll be going in a few minutes.

I hear him go use the bathroom, and then he walks back into the living room, turns and walks into the kitchen, through the family room, and back out to the living room.

M - Looking for something?
D - I'm trying to figure out where to go.
M - I'm sorry, I forgot to turn on your lamp in your room. So I walk down the hall in front of him, go into his room, and turn on the lamp. I turn around and see him standing there.
D - Not this room. I've been here before. Where's our room? This bed isn't big enough for us both.
M - I walk over and wrap my arms around him. Dad, it's Marcia, your daughter - This is your room. I sleep in the other room.
D - Fine, fine, fine. Turn off my light.

First time that has ever happened. I know he didn't know who I was, even when I told him. He seemed kind of embarrassed in a way and wanted me to go away.

He has had a different kind of a week. The caregiver was not here. He has spent most of the days with my husband, who did a great job caring for him. But that was a big change for him, and perhaps, somehow, led to tonight. Changes can bring about confusion. Here's hoping that tomorrow morning will bring me back to him. :)

Man, I hate this disease.