It's good to have dreams...
Daddy is doing much better. He is well enough to not really need someone other than my mother here round the clock. That is, if my mother will stop playing like a 14 year old. She has macular degeneration, but will not accept that she can't see. Her equilibrium is shot and she walks with a walker, but will not accept that she should curtail some activities as a result. I was packed on Sunday, ready to come home to stay. My sister and I were talking in the kitchen before I left when we heard a noise from the hall. It was Mum trying to sneak down into the basement without telling anyone. One of the few things that we have asked is that she always let someone know before going downstairs. I guess they aren't ready to solo after all.