Dad is getting settled into the new assisted living facility. We've been told he could be confused for a month or so still.

Went up yesterday to help my brother sort through the remaining things in dad's old apartment in the independent living center - piles for me, piles for him, piles to move, piles to donate.  Extremely depressing. Like dividing up someones things after they've died - thought I guess there is a bit less emotion to doing it now. Brother has finally admitted that dad is 98 and is pretty much done with things.  I really don't see him hanging around much longer because he has no real desire to do so.

Will need to try to go back up in a couple of weekends, and maybe take SP with me this time.