Since we'd been struggling with Dad since we brought him back from the hospital Friday, we called his psychiatrist this morning. He made a house call, and prescribed an anti-anxiety drug. We had to bully him into taking the pill and the glass of water, but it worked.
He's lucid, if slower than his normal self. We'll see how he is after he's been getting enough food, fluid and sleep.
He ate lunch, shaved himself, pottered around for a while, and now he and my mother are taking a nap, and my brother is grading papers.