I did in fact take the laptop to today's visit with Dad, hooked it to Lowman Home's WiFi, and seconds later had the They Might Be Giants live first album downloaded. Then Steve Wynn (not the Vegas douchebag but the Dream Syndicate singer) posted a link to a free download of the Dream Syndicate's reunion show in Atlanta a couple of months ago that I had wanted so badly to go to. That one took a little longer, like 15 minutes, but considerably better than an hour and a half only to fail, like last night.
We had a frustrating visit. Apparently, he's alert and perky all morning and all early afternoon, but by the time we get there, his stamina is gone and it's like visiting a two-year-old. He napped most of the time we were there, fiddled with the bed's elevation endlessly when he was awake, and then complained about the food when it arrived. So not big fun. However, he was calling Margaret all morning and she says he sounded good, speaking clearly and intelligently. I wish he could just nap in the morning and stay up for us, but I guess when you're sleepy you're sleepy and when you're not you're not. Ah well.
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