Well, we're halfway through the visit. It's going along okay. Considering how we have absolutely nothing in common, the daughter and I are getting along okay. We met for dinner, the three of us, yesterday and today. She insisted on paying for everything. She means well, in her own way. Tomorrow we'll all meet with a VA nurse to discuss things, specifically how him remaining in his own place means he must accept the home attendants coming in. She sees how much work it is to go places with him. She sees how slowed down, mentally, he has become. She seems to be genuinely trying to be nice.

At least, now, when she goes home, she'll much better grasp the reality of where he's at. He's being real nice and thanking me for what I've been doing.

I' m glad now that the daughter has come out.