If it doesn't stop snowing soon, I think  I shall lose my mind.  Not kidding.  The weatherman says it's going to be 46 degrees tomorrow.  Gonna break out shorts!!

Seriously though, I am so over Winter.  I took a picture of the snow with my cell and wanted to post it here.  Sent it to my email and it never arrived.  Lost in cyber space.  Or, someone is enjoying a great picture.

My poor dog hates the snow.  I took him out the other day to do his business and when we got to the grass, he sank.  He's a white Maltese, so, all you could see was his eyes.  He literally disappeared in the snow.  Needless to say, he did his thing and pulled me back to the front door.

Although, there is light at the end of the tunnel.  We set our clocks forward this weekend, which means, Spring!!  Yay.

On the Alzheimer's side of my life, well, not so great.  This week,  husband has had some serious hallucinations.  A little scary.

The other afternoon, I had started a fire, and as I was turning around from the fireplace, husband was on all fours behind me.  I jumped back and asked him what he was doing.  He  was clawing at the fire saying he had to get our money.  He kept asking me why I was burning up all our money.

It took me some time to calm him down.  For about an hour after that, he was still convinced that all our money was being burnt up.

The next day, he started messing with the dog.  He asked me if the dog was safe.  I assured him he was, wondering where this was leading up to.

Later, husband started choking the dog.  Luckily, I had just come into the living room and saw it.  I took the dog from him and told him, sternly, not to do that again.  He said all he was doing was trying to put the dog back together again.

That left me rattled for the rest of the day.

Yesterday, I came into the living room and husband was smiling and giggling, looking towards the wall.  When he saw me, he stopped.  I ignored it, but, was watching out of the corner of my eye.  Again, he looked towards the wall and began giggling and whispering to the wall.  I asked him what he was doing.  He stopped, said nothing.  But, turned towards the wall, put his finger to his lips as if to shush whoever or, whatever.

I can tell you about this, but, to actually see it in person, well, one can only imagine how horrific and scary these hallucinations can be.

It's awful, I'll tell you.  Awful.

The nurse suggested getting him on anti-psychotic meds.  We've tried those.  They don't work on him.  In fact, it does just the opposite.  Makes him even more agitated.

So, here's to (hopefully) warmer weather, longer daylight, no more hallucinations and the nurse starting on Monday, five whole days of care for husband.

Hip, hip, hooray!