Morning at 7

Dad is turning 90 next month and this morning he got upset because the picture of his granddaughter is not talking back to him. And secondly "why is she behind the glass?" and thirdly "who is she and why is she in my room?". This while I’m trying to think what to fix him for lunch, a man who can no longer chew properly and chokes on anything larger than bean in his soup. I’ve rubbed some progesterone cream into my wrist, taken my thryroid med and had sufficient coffee and and now checking my sense of humor….yes, thankfully it’s still intact..whew.