I got the notification today that Dad needs to renew his driver's license (if he wants to) by his next birthday. Now he hasn't driven in 3 1/2 years, although he insisted for a long time that he was going to drive himself to dialysis. And if we're honest, he shouldn't have been driving for a long time before that. (Driving off at night with the headlights off, and stuff like that.) And even if he were getting out of the bed and getting around again, and even if he were coming home (which I still haven't quite given up on), there is no eye care professional on Earth who would certify that he sees well enough to drive. If all of those things, he could get an ID from the DoT that would be just as good for check-cashing type purposes. So it's all totally academic. But still sad.
Not sad is that Margaret is doing much better. Not enough better for her to visit Dad tomorrow, but a lot a lot a lot better. She still insists on doing his laundry. I tell you, don't mess with the Greatest Generation!
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