Gotta love that VIZIO!

What's for lunch today, you ask? Fried bologna and rice pudding.

Mom's eating Subway that me and the kids brought to her. "I love tuna salad," Mom says with a broad smile.

The air conditioning in Mom's room is broken, again. "Third time," Dad says. It's warm in the room, but Mom's still covered in her brown ruana and her light blue shaw. She has a fever and she's coughing more than I've heard in the past few days.

Dad's asking me about LCD flatscreen TVs. He's going to buy one for Mom's room back at the house. I tell him about this fantastic electronic store online called Tigerdirect. I'd bring up their deals on the laptop, but Willowbrook's wireless is more temperamental than a 13-year old drama queen. That's partially why our blog posts have been spotty -- no internet access at the home. (Still a great place to be if you are in need, though!)

Mom slept well last night. Great nurse, from an agency. She talked with mom for a while and was very helpful at 1:30am, helping to change bandages.

We're all sneezing from allergies. "Into your elbow!" Emma reminds everyone.