Meds are keeping the agitation and hopefully seizures at bay. He is restless though and drifts through the house leaving a swathe of evidence of his passing. I came home from yoga today to find the garage door half up and my Monkey Joe doormat placed vertically to welcome me. I have suspended a pickle ball from the rafters in the garage to mark the spot I must stop or otherwise hit the fridge. R took the string and wrapped it around a suspended bicycle. It’s a sweet and sour welcome. Door half cracked, welcome mat, half welcoming and the ball ….. well I haven’t figured that out yet. The one thing that settles him though is my body against his and that is just lovely.