I spent most of yesterday going through grandpa's papers.  He had been sure that someone was breaking into our house and stealing his papers for about the past two weeks.  He said thatit was the only possibility because he couldn't find them anymore.  Of course, his organization leaves something to be desired on a normal basis, but he's definitely not been normal for a while.  While looking through his things, I found all of the documents he'd been looking for.

 It was a little funny/frustrating.  He's quite the pack-rat.  I think it's from growing up in the Depression.  Anyway, as I was going through things, I was throwing away the mounds of junk that he's been keeping for no good reason.  I turned back and there he was, fishing things out of the garbage and trying to see whether he could keep them.  We went round and round, with me throwing them out, him digging them back out of the garbage and me, waiting until he'd been distracted by something else, putting them back into the garbage.  I was proud of myself because I was able to see the humor in the situation.