I finished writing "Carter Hall and the Motley Lions" this morning. In some ways this is a miscalculation: I wanted to be able to finish the story I was working on while we're here on this trip so that it didn't become "that story from when Grandpa was so sick" with bad associations. But I wrote three thousand words on it this morning between PT sessions, and now it's done, and I have to come up with another story I can work on while I'm here, and also try to finish that. So I have that running as a background process while we're sitting and waiting in the ICU Family Lounge and not much is going on.
This is going to be awhile, though. We don't have a time frame yet, but there are several steps between Grandpa's current condition and "home and healing steadily and reliably."
My cousin (no official relation) is coming down this evening, so we'll get some time with her tonight and tomorrow morning up at the hospital. Not the most congenial setting, but she'll be glad to see Grandpa, and we'll be glad to see her. I have several cordial acquaintances in Omaha these days but not really any friends any more, and only one who isn't independently mobile in CB, so it'll be nice to have Kari in--family and friend all in one.