The above from She Who Must Not Be Named, when I arrived at my non-drinking drinking club. I said that I sure hoped that was a non-sequitur. I was tickled to no end.
Dad is much less groggy. He mostly still slept, but this time he wasn't talking or gesticulating in his sleep. And he ate every crumb of his lunch. And he had already had both occupational and physical therapy. So a pretty good day. Not quite a miracle cure, but a lot of improvement was on view, and hope is still growing.
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