When I came over today, George was still in his room. He was telling me about his bruise. He got dressed, and was looking at pictures and saying he wanted to show me more pictures. I took his lead; made…I guess it was brunch. He wanted an egg and bacon ‘dinner’ and he made coffee. We ate outside on the patio and looked at airplanes; he kept saying they were going to San Diego. We talked about MN and how he thought it was like Montana (Because he saw it on a map). After we ate, we went to look at pictures.
I have more pictures on photobucket of him looking at planes and pictures.