Yesterday I came into town and went straight to see Daddy. He was laying in his nursing home bed all bundled up and dozing when I arrived. It was close to his lunch time so I didn't mind keeping him awake. He actually looks pretty good except for the continuing swelling in his legs but the arm and hand have gone down. He's still on the antibiotic and now they've started him on lasix to get the fluid out and the blood clot, he said, is dissolving. Supposedly he will start back with his physical therapy which should help the fluid. This week will be several doctor appointments and hopefully he will be closer to going home. His mental state is so much better this time around and he's pretty content to stay until the end of the month. Daddy's birthday came and went with tons of birthday wishes and visits. Yesterday I showed him all the ones on his Facebook account and he was so pleased. His sisters came by, one bringing a huge slab of chocolate cake. One of his neighbors, the one in the wheelchair that has been tending his two tomato plants came by along with two of his granddaughters (B&B2 in that mix), Bro and myself. He said that one of the guys he eats with had his wife go to a bakery and get him a cupcake and topped it with a candle. He was a happy guy! Except, yesterday when I stopped by and he was telling me all of his goodness I asked him if Sis called or came by. "No", was his answer. Really. I know I said I would let this go but REALLY! It was his birthday! I have a good mind to call her and ask if she's mad at him or something or is it just because the world has stopped revolving around her. ARGHHHHH!