Sun, Sep 23rd

Called the hospital and George and both he and Dad seem to be doing fine. The hospital called George and asked him to bring up some slippers and Dad's glasses, so that sounded positive. When I called George later he said that Dad was sitting up, and even moaned at him that he had brought the wrong hangers up. That too was a good sign.

Dawn and I spent the day at home. Dawn was shattered from the week she'd had, and I spent the whole day writing. By the time I hung it up around 5pm, I had written over 9,500 for the day and had completed in excess of 200,000 words and over 430 pages.