My specialty when I get up in the morning is the Jumble. On a good day, I can solve each word as soon as I look at it. Then there are the days where they throw me a curve: mhirsc, for example. (I haven't seen that one yet, but I imagine it'd be hard.) The jumble was the one thing my grandfather and I had in common, the only thing we did together. I like to think of it as my own personal test. As long as I can do the jumble, Alzheimer's hasn't set in yet. I don't think. Perhaps by the time I find out it has, I'll have forgotten why it is I do the jumble.

(Editor's Note: This was all we found, so we must assume that this was all he wrote that morning.)