I'll try to be brief, for a change. I visited my father today. I thought about doing it today, but was almost skipping out until he called, asking me to come. So I went. I actually had the best visit with him that I've had in a very long time. He was attentive and seemed not only better than recently, but better than I can even remember. He spoke frankly about his fears and concerns. We had a real serious conversation, but also reminisced about pleasant times, too. I wasn't nervous during the visit, and when I departed, he seemed so happy that I came. I sent my sister an email about today. I didn't mention to her that I told my father how wonderful, brave, and strong she (my sister) has been this past year. Honestly, I don't know how my family would have managed without the leading role my sister has taken.


On a lighter note, I've developed a silly habit of pressing my finger against an area above (to the left of) my chin. I do this so much, without realizing, that a red irritation has developed. I put some cream on it, but I have to stop the habit. I guess it's a pretty piddly issue, comparatively. I used to grind my teeth all of the time, so badly that I eventually needed two root canals, and my front teeth are much shorter than in my youth. The teeth grinding has stopped...at least for now. There's always something!