It will either be for a final consultation or to file.
On Saturday, H asked me, out of respect for him, to ask permission before eating his food. The problem is that most of the food in the house is designated "his" because of his dental problems.
I didn't get to sleep until 4 or 5 in the morning last night, and H knows it. As I was dressing, he handed me the grocery list for the week. As I was leaving, he gave me a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek and told me that he really wished he could say that we'd just do our best for dinner tonight, but that, because it's going to rain tomorrow, today's the best day to do the shopping--the best day for ME to do HIS job.
He sees a psychiatrist on Thursday--if he keeps the appointment. He wants to stay out of the mental health agency, so he may keep it. That's the last I do for him, though.
I'm so tired and confused right now, I can't even keep in mind what day it is. I can tell you one thing, though; there's no major grocery order being bought tonight. A couple of prescriptions picked up, some cat litter, something for dinner--that's it. He'll have to get by on "his" food.