Robert has been a little spacey these past few days. Just now I was trying to get him to put his pants back on. Imagine where I might stand for such a procedure. Yes, you got it; directly in front of the subject. I said, “Here, put your pants on.” He said, “Come in!” After a few minutes, the conversation continuing as it started, I got his pants and his missing sock back on. He curled up sideways on the bed and said, “Thank you, both of you.”
Twice today he smoked a cigarette with out lighting it. He took long drags and blew out invisible smoke. While putting his pants on, I took a cigarette out of his hand and he said, "Why would you . . . that's my hard work?”
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