Fairly okay. He was recently in the hospital for a week. I thought he wasn't going to make it. But he's recovered amazingly. A doctor told him he would have been long dead without my seeing to it he got all needed care. That is most likely the simple reality. At times I'm very content being with him. We likely have another Chrismas together. A year ago that seemed improbable.

I will miss him terribly. Yet, sometimes I wonder how long will this go on. He's reasonably comfortable most of the time. But even just taking a shower seems to be almost beyond his strength. He keeps getting pneumonia. Eventually he won't be able to recover. (They're running out of antibiotics to use, as the bugs in his system build up more and more resistance.) I hope the final days won't be awful for him. I'll manage okay; I've done this before.

After their visit, his kids were texting me every second day. They've since lost interest. I text them updates, which they don't even acknowledge. No surprise there. I've had decades of their being only half interested. He leaves no assets behind, so that's the way that goes.

I'm not keeping up with things as well as I used to do.