Alright, he is with it enough that he knows what he is doing even if I dont.

He is most depressed by his hemorroids and his now lurking pooh daily experience.

I have nothing encouraging to tell him but: wipe your ass.

This is part of his merit to make him a saint man. I was promised a saint nun too. And even a great meditator. Hang in there hubby, the pooh is simply simply simply patience and merit. Amd ego crushing.