Little joys

Ah, the joys of the Internet. This morning I turned on the laptop and as soon as it located the wireless network here, I video chatted with friends back home–an oasis of pleasant moments before heading to the hospital.
It was hard to see Dad hooked up to the monitors and tubes. He’s not in control of himself or the situation and that’s not Dad. He’s in pain. He’s restless and disoriented. But this afternoon he picked up his arms and danced along to Buena Vista Social Club.
Ah, the joys of music.