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Dad is feeling great and he wants to leave. He roams the halls every chance he gets, probably organizing his hospital workout regiment as we speak. I think to say he has cabin fever would be an understatement. He's probably going to be let go tomorrow. Things are looking good. I'm back at work, exhausted. Last night, right after I fell asleep, the night guard came knocking on our door to complain about visitor parking. Some guy in our row didn't have a spot and they decided to chastise us. My car, Jessica's car, and Jason's car were the only cars belonging to our apartment that were parked in the lot. That's the same number of cars that would have been there had it been a regular Saturday evening...three cars. It's clear that the security guard isn't that bright, though.