Friday 11:00 am

Last night, we decided to experiment by lowering his morphine from 15mg to 10mg to see if he would still be comfortable, because with 15mg he was completely out of it. As a result of that, he was awake from 1:00am to 3:30, talking and cracking jokes once again. He was talking to us about making phone calls, working, making sales, reptiles, Pontiac GTOs, weasels, tattoos, dog races and more (most of the stuff he was talking about made no sense). Before he would say something, he'd say, "I'll tell you what". Drew explained to him that he and my mom had been sleeping there with him all night, and he replied, "I might have to leave town". You don't know what you're going to get with him; he's very unpredictable. We're going to keep his morphine dosage at 10mg because he's not in any pain and seems very happy. He's been having conversations with us all throughout the day so far, but frequently hallucinating and reaching out into space. He drank some water, and is hungry for breakfast. He's singing again. Things are turning around for him once again. Feel free to come visit. If you have any good/funny pictures of my dad, feel free to email them to me (amp32611@aim.com). If they're not digital, either bring them in or take a digital photo of the picture/pictures. Also, any stories you'd like to share about him you can send to my email or post as a comment. Thanks.