Tom called me at 3:30 this morning. He was unaware it was the middle of the night, but otherwise okay. (Nothing that would indicate confusion similar to last year's ICU psychosis.)

He just couldn't tell what time it was or correlate that with minimal activity around his room and the fact that it was dark.

He said he could fall back to sleep again -- and I did, too.

He called me yesterday at 7:30. I don't usually try to call him until around 8. And then, occasionally, he's been asleep.

He had an absolutely wonderful visit with several friends yesterday -- they were able to really talk as one can't at The Press Room.

It's cloudy and there was snow on top of yesterday's rain and slush. I just checked today's forecast and it looks like more "showers of rain and snow" all today and all tomorrow. Arghhh! I WILL go to see him today and I have to go to Portsmouth as well. I hope the driving isn't too bad.

Linn