In his own words, Dad said, "Had a bad day." Wasn't strong enough to get up from bed, though he did sit on the side for a bit. His voice seems weaker, his stomach more upset, his vision also affected.
As he was holding my hand tonight, he accidentally scratched me. Apologizing, he said, "Oh, I scratched you." I told him it was alright, it was nothing. He said, "My fingernails are kinda long." I agreed, and told him we'd have Mom clip them tomorrow.
He seems concerned about us...asking both Keith and I if we'd had a hard day at work. Several times. We all talked about the severe thunderstorms that went through tonight. (We were all grateful there was no tornado activity!) He could hear the thunder.
At one point when Mom walked into the room, Dad said, "There's that pretty lady." Then, Mom started yawning, so Keith, Kris & I said we'd all go home so she could get to bed. The storm was over anyway. We didn't have to worry about what to do if the tornado sirens sounded!
Long day.
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