just talked with dad, he's quite happy being back home, enjoying some good rest and good food (we had sent him some cookies about a week ago - basketball watching snacks), and enjoyed watching his Michigan basketball team win again today.
he had asked the nurse how sick he was. "sir, you were on life support"
that sounds pretty sick to me.
that sounds worse than the discussion that was held about me in my presence about 4-1/2 years ago: "he has a 1/3 chance of needing a heart transplant, a 1/3 chance of dying, and a 1/3 chance of getting better"
i'm still here.
this is the day the Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it.