I called Dad last night, Tuesday, and when I didn't get an answer, I left the message that I hoped that his not being home, meant that he was feeling good and was out playing. He called me back this morning and he had been out mowing his grass and said he felt great and was also feeling good this morning, like his old self. It was so nice hearing him talk. When we have our health, we seem to take it for granted, but after feeling bad, you could tell he was so glad to be alive and feeling well. In case I don't have another chance to post again before I leave, I'll be back from Las Vegas on Sunday, the 13th at 9:45 am, I'll be flying all night. It was cheaper that way. Happy 4th to all.