Stable

    Dad's pretty stable, but every time I say so and thus digress to other topics, something terrible happens. So I'm going to be superstitious and not digress. Yesterday, they did dialysis. I got the impression that whatever they did the previous day was not in fact dialysis, but maybe I'm confused and they did it two days straight. Regardless, he's doing pretty well, considering. It was fun when he met me with his traditional greeting yesterday ("Greetings! Greetings"); further proof that, as I say nearly every day, he's still in there.