When I went and saw Dad yesterday, he was a lot better. He said he went to physical therapy, which had reduced him to a puddle. He also said he could sit up on the edge of the bed with Mom's help, which is a big step forward.

During the 2 hours we were there, he gave us about 3 mini lectures. Turning anything into a lecture is his special skill, and I had no idea how much I missed it.

When we were talking to him, he said that he blamed himself so much for the accident, because he had always been so perfect. So I went ahead and told him that being perfect is bad for his ego, which was a statement that he fully agreed with me on. He also asked about all our friends, what were they doing, which was cute. Another cute thing he does is how he interacts with Mom. He would ask when she was going to be there, and when she got there he relaxed. The romantic in me goes "Aww...."

This morning I got a note from Mom saying that he called at 12:30 to let her know that he peed 3 milliliters. If you were as throughly confused about that as I was, you only pee when your kidneys are working. So, his kidneys are coming back!!