Living with Bob and "Al"

When Bob was very young he ran his pointer finger though a saw one of those round high speed ones. The tale always seem to be one of Bob's proudest moments. May times he would recount the mess, and the trip to the small town doctor and how the doctor said " Well, we will try to fix this but if not, we will have to cut the finger off." That accident left his finger bent and the fingernail has a heavy ridge right through the center as the finger was split down the middle (sorry I know it is really early for such a visual description) anyway, while riding home from "work" (code for Adult Day Center) yesterday, Bob was running his hand over this sharp ridge in his nail. Sheri asked him if something was wrong, "Al" replied "I an not sure, but there is a rough line on this nail I have no idea what happened here, do we have any sand paper?" Losing one's memories of one's self has got to be the worst kind of disease.
Sheri needs to pause, praise and pray.