I still feel the treacle is around and the uphill struggle continues.  It’s just been one of those days.  All my normal strategies to lift mood, or prompt some activity, have come to little.  My poor wife has eaten well and slept for most of the remainder of the time.

She is currently sitting in the dining room struggling to accept that it will be time for bed in an hour or two.  She thought it was morning and is very distressed that she is often confused between day and night.  Some say this is the most challenging time of the condition; when lucidity kicks in and there is insight that there is something wrong.  I am not sure what I can do to help as nothing I suggest has any impact on her distress.

I hope that this is just one of those days and tomorrow will bring a new dawn.  It is horrible watching someone you love so distressed and not be able to do anything to help.  Perhaps a hug might do the trick, as talking is not shifting her mind set.