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Dad is recovering. They had him moving around a bit today. He's weak and tired, but coherent. And grumpy. The grumpiness is apparently a good sign; if hospital food tastes good then there's obviously something still wrong with you.

Mom's pipes blew again this morning. They've been repaired in what we hope is the final state. The toilet in the master bath is functional, and if it holds for a week and a half we'll see about reconnecting the sink.

I'm tired. That is all.