08May25: must be medication time…

Yeah, hiding in the dark, under the computer desk.
Andy knows what time it is.
I’m ready for you, Andrew.
I’m waiting him out. At some point, he will come over to either the ottoman or recliner. Or not.
I chased him into the bathroom, then pulled the door shut.
I’m tired of waiting for him to move.

On the happy side, by the time I medicate him, the medicine is room temperature.
Caught and held close and tight!
Wrapped!
Medicated and quite unhappy! Good. I’m tired of this game.
Andy spent the afternoon in the south bedroom. I think he is still upset about losing in the medication war. Usually, he looks at me when I call his name. Not this time!