It is -15 with wind-chill here in Toronto today, the air however is apple crunchy fresh and the sun was incandescent all day in a creamy blue sky. I know this obviously has nothing to do with my dad but I felt it an important fact to point out nonetheless. Everyone should know that I am cold and must wear heavy jackets. *collapses into dramatic heap*

I am trying with second to second conscious processes to keep every positive grain of thought foremost and in the very front of my mind. So even though it is cold beyond acceptable human standards here today at least it was lovely and sunshiny crisp.

I think about dad being much more comfortable with the tube out of his throat and keep hoping that progress will start to be hourly and not only daily. He was never good at being so sedentary; it really is like oil to the water of his nature. It is a daily roller-coaster and keeping positive and focused is a seemingly endless task especially in this particular week of ICU containment, uncertainty and slow healing.

I think about and focus on how amazingly strong my Mum is, but struggle to know that she must be so sad at times. I fly back to Trinidad on Monday night and will give her nine million eleven thousand four hundred and seventy-five hugs when I get there. I will make the grand-babies count them out.

Trudy said today that Dr. M noted a tiny bit more feeling further down his left arm; she said that if we can get a centimetre more each day we will take it.  Let those carrots dangle, we will keep on hoping for the best.