I have nothing on my schedule today, but in an ideal world I should visit my dad. I just don't know if I'm up for that, though he was surprisingly pleasant to visit the last time I saw him. My sister said that he has decided to FINALLY return home from the assisted living place, at the end of March. Since he's been at the assisted living (straight from the hospital) he's had ZERO, yes zero, alcohol counseling. He did see some psychiatrist at the assisted living, but not often. I told my sister that we need a therapist and/or psychiatrist lined up before he comes home. He must see someone. He has a bad attitude about AA. He's already expressed fear of relapsing, and with no support he likely will.


I had another French class last night. It was torture because the room felt like it was 100 degrees F. I could barely concentrate. I was even wearing the thinnest clothes of anyone. I fanned myself the whole time and complained about it to the instructor. I'm sensitive to heat, in general.


Tomorrow we have to go to Philly for my husband's regular eye appointments. Boo! I'll bring my French notebook with me to study.