He couldn't figure out how to flush the toilet but mentally knew it was supposed to be clean when you leave, so he'd take his poop from the toilet, wrap it in paper and throw it in the trash. Dementia is horrible.
I appreciate your attempts to make my flesh more perfect. By making it less flesh.
Madness string 95893
Unless you get your vegetables delivered, the ham rubbing could be started and stopped with your feet planted in the same two spots if you already have it.