Hello, all! And welcome, DR Adrianna Patti.
My youngest brother deserves a big gold star on his forehead. This morning, while sitting at my dad's bedside, he started rambling about food, and asked my dad what he'd would love to eat. Turns out, my dad felt some fresh fish baked with a bit of butter would please him to a T. So, tomorrow, my brother's bringing him from home some baked fish. I would never have thought of using such psychology to get him to eat something, but today we managed to get at least a sampling of all three meals today. After my brother and I got back from lunch, he disappeared for a smoke and returned to the hospital room with an ice cream bar. My dad ate the whole thing! This is a very good sign, I believe.
So, around 6:00, one of my dad's coofee buddies arrived to visit, and I got to leave. I've got my BABES edits to work on tonight, and my Shakespeare book to read.
If I could live anywhere but New York, it would be London.