Robert`s life had turned back the clock to before he lost his final job, sort of. With his new church came more opportunities to visit shut ins. That`s a sort of change. Another was the loss of his abilities to play his music. He was idle as before, but with new parameters. Instead of writing lyrics and prose and poetry he was now writing prose and poetry. His production of those increased. He was also getting to spend more time with his grandkids. These were things he could do even if he was in mental brownouts, moments where he knew where he was and what he was doing, he just suffered momentary loss of what to do next. If he could take a few moments he would figure it out. His winter cold swollen bronchial tubes and sinus passages increased the severity of his night choking, the cause of the brownouts. While that was semi serious, it also resulted in comical moments. The funniest a morning he was preparing to drive to Sioux City for prescription drugs. He had choking after two hours sleep. He woke with high adrenaline and couldn`t get back to sleep. Though he was in a mild brownout, it was time to go the ninety miles. As he finished his breakfast and took his morning meds he noticed he was running out of them. He searched for them for fifteen minutes and then started to laugh. Of course he was running out! He was looking for the medicine he hadn`t picked up yet. He wasn`t sort of unemployable. He was unemployable. In some ways that made him sort of more valuable to the universe. Without his music and without a job taking up his time, he was more available to his grandkids and shut ins with less stress. Robert was unstuffing.