No Idea

She was still awake when I crashed at about 1:00, but her bed was turned down, and I think she was in her bathroom, possibly brushing her teeth.

This morning, chipper as a spring chicken! Happy, coffee made, sun is shining, birds are singing, woodland creatures are scaling her fence just to be near her. I have no idea if she slept for 1 hour or 10. The anti-depressant is CLEARLY WORKING!

She did start our morning conversation with "I need you take me to the grocery store."
"What's on your grocery list?"
"I'll make it later.
[pause]
I need wine and I want to go before the church people see me buying it because it's none of their business."
And then she went into her "...and I only drink this much..." speech.

I actually prayed the Alzheimer's would get slightly worse. I did. I prayed it - but only on the part of the brain that makes her think she needs alcohol. Is it possible the alcohol is actually preserving that part? Weird, Frankenstein's-lab-with-preserved-brains-in-jars thought. Sorry. Anyway, that might be the most horrible thing I have ever asked God for. Just that little tiny part to be forgotten. Please, God? Because the nagging is a little - a lot - much. And if you need alcohol to go to sleep, we need to consider that there might be other problems, other than insomnia, in play.