Continuing Education

There is a rhythm to the end of life (at least an end of life in the very old or chronically old) and a predictable series of events and behaviors. I've been reading up on it, and it appears that the Hostess's description of Falstaff at the end is damned near clinical in its accuracy.

That said, Dad was much livelier today, seeing visitors, being charmingly irascible. Not always making sense, but not missing much, either (when we explained that it wasn't a good idea for him to get out of bed because he was so weak, and that he needed rest to build up his strength, he pointed out that this was just another "goddamned Catch-22..."). It's a process.