Spent most of the day getting papers ready to send to the Doc. Finally out in the mail. Didn’t realize it was going to take forever. Bought Andy a shirt but it doesn’t fit right so it will be going back. Had a dream with dad in it. He was sitting at the table of old house and I was in front of him. His eyes looked like when he was sick. I held his hand and was telling him he was going to get out of it. There was a gun on the table. I told whoever was in the room to not put that by him. I told the others in the room (which never saw them but knew people were there) he was locked in (meaning in his state) and he was going to get out of it. He finally started looking normal again and sat and smiled at me. I was glad it ended with him smiling at least.
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