Went to see father in the hospital. He seemed have just a bit more pep, possibly due to whatever solution they were pumping into him. But he's not eating, and the nurse expressed concern at that. I encouraged him to eat, but he refused all entreaties. My brother and I think his mkain problem is attitude. He's always been a pessimistic person, and now he may have convinced himself that he's "on the way out," as he himself put it without emotion.
Still putting the room together at work. Every new thing I do seems to bring up five more little chores that need to be done. I need to set up an All About Me board, a Word Wall, name tags for chairs, a job chart... It seems endless, and the kids arrive Wednesday.
I wrote sixteen postcards --- one to each of my students --- and boy is my hand tired. Good night.