I went to see mum and dad today. It was depressing, though. On the surface, there was not much to be depressed about. Yesterday I spoke to dad's doctor and requested that the Haliperidol be stopped. He agreed to do this, and 'see how things go'. Dad has been shaved and looks much frailer and shrunken without his beard, but that is nothing, really. He took a while to see me when I arrived, but knew who I was and said he was pleased to see me. He followed me on a short walk into mum's area, where we joined her for afternoon tea. She seemed to be in reasonable spirits, too, though she obviously knew me much better than she knew dad. They both seemed clean and looked after, alert enough, but having no idea where there are, either of them. There was not much for me to do. I led them for a walk outside, until I detected fecal smells, and decided it might be time to return to their adjacent complexes. There's nothing to do or say. I know that even before I have got home, perhaps even before I have got into my car, they have forgotten the visit.