Ever the optimist, Dad says he hopes he's feeling better by the time I come to visit in a little more than two weeks. I made agreeing noises, but these really don't sound like the sort of problems that are going to get better. I'm much more pessimistic (or perhaps realistic) than my dad is, but it's his attitude that really matters, since it's his health we're talking about.
I hope things don't get worse between now and the 11th, when I fly out there. I mean, I know things are going to get worse -- it's inevitable -- but I guess I don't like to think about it. Maybe I'm not so realistic after all.