I guess it’s always been a part of life, but I’m not enjoying the prospect. I’m just in the other room, listening to the caregiver trying to convince my dad to take his shower. Not gonna happen. He knows what’s best for him, and it’s sitting in his recliner, dozing. Mom will be home soon to chew this poor young, apparently preggers (complaing of morning sickness) caregiver out for not doing her job, which was to direct Dad to the shower and get him shaved. I wonder if I’ll be more cooperative when I’m 86 or so.