DEC 14th, 1991 – Dad appears to be doing so much better. He has not advanced from his walker, but you should have seen how quickly he moved with it when he threw my things into the hallway outside his apartment door and it was really quite impressive on the amount of force it must have taken for him to slam his door on me like that.
I am in my den at home now with my snifter of brandy as the sun sets. Although Dad could only tolerate me for nine days, it's good to be back home again. The way things ended between us was a little rattling, but it was great to return to my comfortably understanding Maris. And she will understand just as soon as she returns from her week-long exfoliating steam therapy treatment in Denver, Colorado. Spending time in Dad's apartment was a little too much for her.
Frasier called again to see how Dad is. Something tells me that Frasier won't be home for Christmas this year.
On an uplifting note, to get over my "wonderful visit" with my father, I treated myself to a day spa and had a two hour scalp massage and an excellent foot rub. There is nothing like a deep tissue foot rub to allow you to enjoy your brandy that much more. Believe it or not, I am looking forward to getting back to my practice on Monday.