Déjà vu; nothing new under the sun; what goes around, comes around; the more things change, the more they stay the same…Joe is back…A couple of weeks ago he had a seizure…strange first time event for a man his age. Anyway, it seemed the right thing to do to let him come here. He was already looking for a different place to live, other than with our oldest son and his family. He was coming from looking at a place when he had the seizure, seemingly at a red light. A bicyclist came by and called 911. Susan took care of everything. It was quite the timing for my life because it was my last night of summer school after teaching daily back-to-back classes for five weeks following working all day as an assistant principal. He had all the necessary medical tests and was released from the hospital on a Friday. I guess we will work at getting along. (Teresa, note I didn’t say try to get along, or I’m just saying). Since he’s on seizure medication, he can’t drink; and so far he hasn’t. Of course, he’s not supposed to drive either, but that’s another story. He hasn’t yet been to a neurologist, so it will be interesting to see what an expert says about the results of all the tests. Since I started this, he’s been to the neurologist who had nothing of value to add to the puzzle. He said Joe might have had a trans something or other instead of a seizure. The doctor told him to taper off the seizure medication so now he’s back to normal with CB. Anyway, he’s with me; and things are okay. What to do with the only man you ever loved, and you met him when you were 18 years old. It seems right that we should be together. So far, he’s been very helpful. He is his normal self, with the same short-term memory. I’m assuming that’s allowed when you’re 73. I told him if he had wanted to come back, he could have just asked instead of going to all that trouble with EMTs, hospital stay, myriad of tests, and doctor visits. Maybe I would have responded in the affirmative anyway.