Well, it's about damn time.

My dad is awake! Ponies for everyone!

It looks like everything will be fine; the pneumonia is not a major problem, and if he indeed had a stroke (which now they're hinting that--whoops!--maybe he did) it was teensy tiny. A tiny li'l' stroke! An ADORABLY tiny one!

My dad is as weak as a kitten, but mentally he's all there. When he said, after an unsuccessful attempt to scratch his nose, "I used to do that with some alacrity," I knew he'd be okay.

Thanks again for all the prayers and emails and gifts of sweet sweet cash. (What, didn't I mention that that's what all the people who REALLY love me give? The cash? And where is your offering?) They really meant a lot, to my family as well as me.