Spent more time cheering Mom up - Dad was morphined up, and wasn't all that there. Good thing, that.
If they can get his clotting factor up enough, they'll operate on the knee tomorrow.
Headed to Alameda from there. Sabrina's apparently better (She's been sick) but still cranky. Frida's awfully depressed, though. Not much to do except include her in stuff.
They're now watching LA Confidential, and I'm mildly tipsy from a couple of glasses of good port.
Life could be worse.