First impressions...

Three days ago I was planning my day as I laid half-awake in bed on Saturday morning. A last-minute flight, a midnight landing, an emergency trip cross-country and several days later and now i am sitting in one of those hospital chairs that extends to a sort of pesudo-bed. Reflections thus far...

• Foam in, foam out. Pick up your niece (foam), rake your fingers thru your hair (foam), sneeze (lotsa foam), open a door (foam), whatever...foam. There are canisters of foam-version alcohol sanitizer about every four feet. Smart idea, though I'm still getting a hang of them so will end up often with a rather avant-garde sort of white spray over some part of my blouse or pants.
• Hospital food at Carolinas Medical Center ROCKS. No, really, it does.
  
• I'm getting really used to the choked-up feeling that I have all the time now. I hate it as much as I ever have.
• Dad still snores like a pro. I may possibly nod off tonight but actual sleep is not, I believe, in the cards.
• There are so many machines in this room, and only one of me. They can fix him, supposedly, but I can love him. When does quality trump quantity?

Bye for now...Dondi.