I lay back in bed for a few minutes, letting the burning shame of this answer bleed out through my skin.

I picked up the 4th and last card to distract myself.

Question #4: What is your favourite rock band?

This one often stumped me but today I smiled at the cheating I had done to make it easier. I turned the card over and read the answer.

"The Band".

Yes, I really should be able to get that one every day.

I got up, pulled on a robe, and walked down the hall and into the kitchen.

"Good morning, Margaret" I said to the woman in the grey uniform sitting at the table.

She looked me over cautiously, searching for something that she didn't seem to find.

"So we're having a good day?" she asked with just a hint of hesitation in her voice.

"Yes - absolutely. A great day. Never better!"

She smiled a broad, warm, genuine smile.

"That's wonderful."

I sat down at the table across from her.

"So how long since the last one?"

Margaret looked down, avoiding eye contact.

"How long has it been?" I asked more aggressively.

She raised her head, took a deep breath and looked directly at me.

"Seventeen days." She spoke in a very soft and comforting voice.

"Seventeen days? It's been seventeen days? That's crazy!" She shrugged her shoulders.

"Well how has it been?"

I could tell that she was going to give me an answer she would rather keep to herself.

"Not good."

Obviously wanting to avoid this topic of conversation she got up quickly and poured a cup of coffee, added one cream and one sugar and handed it to me. I did not accept the offer.