Feel so sorry for him – he has frustration trying to remember what he wanted – don’t we all? I can only imagine how frustrating it must be for this to happen all day.
Tonight, he got up from his chair, looked around and was searching for “something”.
Turns out it was his favorite sweater that he wanted. He rolled and folded it til it resembled a large loaf of bread and put it on the back of the love seat. “There. Now I’ll know where it is.”