Ragazz' is off to the races for a couple of days, and that's evident by the fact that the bed is destroyed in the morning. I must sleep like some kind of whirling dervish when he's not in there with me.

I've been to the Fair twice now, and am debating whether or not to hit it up again on Saturday. Solo jaunts there are pretty fun.

Today I'm on vacation and the world is my oyster. Ew. No, I hate oysters. I can do whatever I'd like to do today. First up is a massage. Oh yeah!

We visited Dad a couple nights ago. He's doing so well. When he's tired in the evening, though... that's when the effects of the stroke are most evident. He loses words more often, and every once in a while he says things that don't really make sense. Example, he was talking about his own car (he remembered that his is silver), but then he insisted that he has another car - a Buick with a crank. He said that as matter-of-factly as could be. It makes me wonder how his brain got re-wired.. past and present (and made up stuff) is just one big jumble sometimes.
It was good to see him watching TV when we got there, too. For so long he just kind of ignored it. Now he watches football and scans through the channels to find interesting programs. Proves that his brain is processing stuff, I think.

Time to go do stuff.