Nah, they'll find you when you don't show up for the next meal in the dining room.Thank God my family hasn't realized how demented I am ;
I would have been relegated to a home years ago, when dementia first set in.
I would rather fall & be found days later, than live comfortably in jail.
If I make it to old bones, I'll be a runner.
I like the idea of a half-way house for old farts.
24 hour care and can still run amok.
Where ya been...there's these there half way houses for old farts that run amok.
Speaking of demented, the BOD of my HOA believe I'm demented because I believe that water intruding from the roof into electrical wiring of apts while people are running their electricity is not a fire & safety hazard.