On Wednesday morning, I was sleeping in. I usually do, the day before I go back to work. Dementia came in to announce that she was going grocery shopping, and to do a number of other errands that were likely to cover a fair amount of distance, and take a fair amount of time.
She made sure she had my attention, and said, "I am going out. I might be some time." I snorted, and proceeded to giggle. She stared at me for a moment, then realized what she had said, and we both laughed for several minutes.