Hi from Austin, dear loyal friends and supporters! 🤠💛 I meant to write this update on the plane to Austin — one of my favorite places to write, read, and feel deliciously anonymous. Airplanes are like floating no-man’s-land: no chores, no responsibilities, no one asking questions. Instead… I fell asleep almost immediately after takeoff. And when I wasn’t asleep, I was popping awake in short, disoriented bursts — the classic “Where am I? Who am I? Why am I in a middle seat?” experience. Conclusion: I might be more tired than I’ve been admitting. I left James with Coby again, and overall he was in pretty good shape — though I was quickly reminded that Lewy Body Dementia does not reward shortcuts. Ever. One night, half asleep and feeling lazy, I asked James if he’d taken his bedtime meds. He said yes. I believed him. At 3am, the bed started to shake like a small earthquake. James was awake, restless, and clearly not okay. I got up and found the nighttime pills… still sitting c...