I'm close to calling it a wrap. Sell all my shit and find a nursing home, while I still can. My co-driver Massey dropped by with a lady friend yesterday afternoon and I don't remember them leaving. Then Daniel came over and the only reason I know that is because he came over this morning and told me. He also said I fell, cool!

Turns out his crutches missed a step and he face planted on his porch on the way back home. Cut his face above an eye and had to have his friend Alan and wife come over to patch him up.

I drove him around yesterday morning for some errands, but was obviously not capable of helping him last night.

So, searching for nursing homes now...