Another long day, but doing little or nothing in the way of activity. They kept Cindi at the hospital a little longer than expected, but just by a couple of hours. We settled in at her house and I literally didn't need to do anything, she was perfectly capable and mobile. I stuck around till about 9pm, then came home and said I would check back with her tomorrow. Mark was a dear and brought Taco Bell over there and sat around for a bit.

We watched the Michael Jackson interview and decided he should just be committed. He is talented, you have to agree. But good Lord, he's weird.

I'm pooped.