After Charlie slept from 8 -- 11 am on Saturday, he and Jim did 16 miles at a manic pace. Oddly, Charlie did not want his habitual burrito on the way home. He and I did a walk and then he and Jim did a 6 1/2 local bike ride. The mania seemed to be loosening and Charlie seemed more cheerful and at ease. Then we got him a burrito, per his request, for dinner and he demanded 'NO HOME' on the way back, but did not say where he wantd to go so we went home, observing the fullness of the moon, and he said 'YES HOME' really loudly. He came to sit beside me on the old blue couch and between his patterned finger swiping across the iPad screen I saw him looking at a photo of the now-gone ocean front beach house we rented for two glorious years several summers ago, when Charlie was around 6 years old.
I remembered Charlie had been watching the Teletubbies video of Jesso the Scotch terrier finding the beach ball: That one used to be his favorite (he would reenact with a toy dog and a ball) but he rarely watches it now.
He went up to bed at 9pm and wanted me to put on an old reddish ('purple' said Charlie) coat. I spread it over me but resisted his very insistent urge to put it on. He took the coat and grinned. He went to sleep and woke at 9am on a bright Sunday morning.
Jim recalled that, while he and Charlie were waiting in the car for me to bring the burrito, there was mention of 'Jersey' as in 'Jersey shore' -- not the silliness of 'reality tv' but the real thing, Charlie's.