PJ has been up since five. He prowled for the best part of three hours. Had breakfast then a brief nap then started prowling again. I had help for a couple of hours so was able to have lunch with friends. You'd think that would relax me for the rest of the day. Not so. I'm hot, tired and bad tempered. Trying to get husband to drink anything is a nightmare. He's not peeing a lot and it stinks. Yes, he says, when I urge him to drink his tea. Then takes it into the kitchen, chucks it down the sink and washes the mug. Another ten minute nap just now and then he's back upstairs, prowling from room to room, 'sorting' every cupboard, drawer, shelf and box he comes across. I shouted horrible things at him just now and feel so mean. I know it's the illness, not him, but where is he? I so wish I could have him back instead of this strange being who rarely speaks, rarely understands anything and lives in a world I can't reach.