I sit across from him and he is completely absorbed in his cameras. He opens and closes the bag, jumps up and “photographs” the dog and goes back to fiddle some more. The camera has no battery but it doesn’t seem to matter. He will look up and gaze into the distance; I have no idea where he goes. He is disinterested in food and losing pounds every week. He is now size 34. The lowest I have ever known him to be is 38. We are in a lull right now, meds seem to be just the right balance, keeping the agitation at bay without putting him to sleep. I don’t know anymore what is meds and what is Alzheimer’s but as long as we have peace, I feel like we are good.