I just got back from getting a haircut. I’ve got a great system down…I make appointments way in advance, am in the chair by 8 am…take some work that I need to get done, and voila! By 9 am, my hair looks stunning. For the day, at least.

Today, my hairdresser lady mentioned that she thinks her father-in-law has Alzheimer’s. He’s been sitting on top of his washing machine during its spin cycle, hoping to keep the washer quiet.

She and her husband have started the process of getting her father-in-law tested.

I put down my work and listened, sympathetically, nodding in all the right places.

But all that I could think was, “Oh honey, brace yourself.”