I don’t even know where to begin describing today. It started at 4am, then 6, then 8 then 10 with multiple doses and really no effect. Agitation was high and then eased off as meds kicked in and then ramped up again and again and again. Cara explained that the ever elusive sweet spot, where the meds are sufficient to keep the anxiety and fear at bay without him being comatose, would become more and more difficult to find as the disease progresses. There was no sweet spot today. The “Cara” mix put him into a deep, calm sleep and she was convinced that he would probably be too woozy to climb the stairs, and ordered a hospital bed and wheelchair. I went off to yoga leaving Nonna with the monitor and when I returned Rob was gone! Nonna had turned her head to direct the bed delivery guy and Rob escaped with nary a wobble and a chihuahua to boot. Utter chaos ensued with level one circle members activated to come seek and my phone was out to call in level two, when I spotted a flash of red on the other side of the association tennis courts. I guided the unrepentant escapee home where he demonstrated his acuity running up and down the stairs two at a time. I had, just a few minutes before, been weeping at the thought of never again sleeping in the same bed as my husband, and as I type, he is gently and somewhat sanctimoniously snoring at my side! Cara knows not with whom she is dealing!!