I brought clean clothes into him after doing laundry. Outside of the laundromat I locked my keys in trunk if my car. Took me almost 2 hours to get help to get into my car. People at the insurance co. which is supposed to provide "roadside assist" were not as helpful as they might have been.

So I got to the n. home late. The place pretty much is a dump. For nursing homes to be run by chains, like cheap motels doesn't work. I put him to bed and came home.

It's sad he has to be there at all. I have to have this time. To some extent he's there reaping the fruit of what he sowed over the years. He's lucky he has me at all. I'm telling myself that it's not my obligation to protect a man from the consequences of how he has insisted on living.