Today it was not reading Kipling to Grandpa. Tonight it was singing duets for him with my mother. We did "The 59th St. Bridge Song" and "City of New Orleans" and "Annie's Song" and all sorts of things, whatever we thought of. Nat King Cole and Roger Miller and who knows what. Grandpa had his hand in Mom's and I had mine on both.
I have sworn to Grandpa that they have special clocks in the ICU that run more slowly than regular clocks.