I hope he has a long life with that heart valve issue, and I probably spend too much of each day worrying about his health and mortality. When he cried, my first reaction was, is he dying? Then I heard the patter of eight feet and realized he was wrestling with Stella, who plays rough. I slept until 5:45, when I decided it was time to get out of bed. I had several dreams I no longer remember, and one in which I was at Miami University looking for an old friend whose wife/girlfriend had died.