For some reason I didn't write last night. The good news of the day, though, was that Caden's mother was reading to him from a book that had little fuzzy things on each page, and he put up his hand and touched each one as she turned the pages! He is improving, thank the Lord. Today Kaye sent us a picture of him with his dad, who was wearing a mask. Caden is still in the ICU, and they are taking special care of him. I must call my nurse friend and tell her the good news, too. This morning we went to Sacrament Meeting and sat with Karen. Afterwards she drove us to a restaurant where we had lunch. That's a far cry from when she used to work as a waitress and said we shouldn't go out for meals on Sunday, because that caused the cooks and waitresses to work on the Sabbath. At home again Chris played the tapes I made in Europe when I went with Carla. I could scarcely understand me, I talked so fast then,'way back in 1974. Brittany is looking for a new part-time job for when she goes back to college in January. I hope she finds something satisfactory.