Robert and I had breakfast at IHOP. Other than being dripped on twice from two different air vents in the ceiling on the way to our table, breakfast was uneventful.
We stopped by Blockbuster, and rented the DVD of Amelie, which I wanted to see again, and Robert wanted to see for the first time after seeing Audrey Tautou in Dirty Pretty Things last night.
We had leftover hamburgers from Steve’s party for dinner.
Mom called during the day:
“Did you talk to Dad’s doctor? She called him on a Saturday! That’s unheard of for a Navy doctor!”
“No, I have left her plenty of messages, though, but she hasn’t returned my calls.”
“Well, she said that the results of the test were normal, and that there’s no reason why he can’t travel or anything. Your father has done a 100% turnaround. He said, ‘We’re going to start walking at the mall again — three times a week.’! We went this morning, and I couldn’t keep up with him. I was the one out of breath. He’s going to go to the hospital tomorrow, and see about that stress test — if he can even do it, or if it can be moved up. I’ll keep you posted.”