Today I’m not so sure. He returned our robe but he hasn’t worn his. Instead he’s wearing his long-sleeved red shirt (which I had washed) and his overalls (which he had found). At one point he said he was cold. I suggested he come outside with us where it was warmer but he only came out for a minute. When I came inside for something he asked if it was warm upstairs and I said it was. I offered to go set up his e-mail but he never came up. He just wandered aimlessly around the house.
I think I have hurt his feelings. I have apologized three times for being so cranky with him this week. I called our niece Naomi and had her call him (when he hears his own name on the answering machine, he picks up). I hope hearing from her helped. He went out for a walk afterwards, saying it was “doctor’s orders.”
But he isn’t himself. He’s listless and subdued.
And it’s all my fault. I criticized and made fun of him which is bad enough but I did it publicly on this blog, which is worse (even though he doesn’t know about it). I am thoroughly ashamed of myself.