We are somewhere in this building. I have never seen this view because, unlike it looks in the photo, it is completely surrounded by other buildings, many much taller.
Things are progressing pretty much as well as we could hope.
This morning Smokey is warm, breathing on his own, and more or less awake. They took out the breathing tube this morning, which I am sure made him very happy. He of course remembers nothing; the last thing he remembers is being either in the waiting room or in the prep room. He will be in the hospital for perhaps another 3-5 days, will get out
Both sons are here, which is great. Andrew (Elder Son) stayed with Smokey in the hospital overnight while Matthew (Younger Son) and I went to our own beds. Andrew texted me just as I parked the car in the hospital ramp this morning: Get here quick. He's telling the nurse why it is a good thing not to retire. I texted back: Coming as fast as I can. Stuff something in his mouth. As you might be able to guess, the sense of humor is strong in this family*.
I went shopping for clean underwear and socks last night so I feel presentable today.
Thank you all for your good wishes and emails and good thoughts. It really helps me.
* Later Smokey was talking about being dead for eight minutes. He is quite fascinated with the idea of having been briefly deceased. He recalled the Monty Python sketch: "Bring out your dead!" "I'm not quite dead." "Oh, go on, old man" etc., etc. LIke I said, the sense of humor comes through.
