A new home aid—helps me with bathing, dressing, walking, and meals—is scheduled to start with us tomorrow. Some disagreement came up between my wife and the aid who had been with us for a while. Though it seemed sudden, I think something had been simmering between the two for a while. It's too bad, because I thought I got along pretty well. At least I was pretty comfortable. I'll have to get used to a new routine now.