Happenings at the hospital

I'll post more later, but my dad's surgery yesterday went as well as they could have expected, and he seems to be feeling better than expected. (Of course, baselines are important--he's not feeling well, but he is feeling better than he expected to.) I've been sitting with him almost all of today, but at the moment I am hanging out in the family waiting room on his floor while he gets some time alone with my brothers. At the moment, there is a little boy in hee with me--he's probably about 6. He is wearing a football jersey and clutching a stuffed dog in a Celtics jersey. He just asked the nurses to find some cartoons on the television, and he is sitting watching Scooby Doo. I just glanced over and noticed that he was singing along very intently with the theme song. It made me smile. A hospital is not a particularly fun place; I'm freaked out here, so I feel for this little boy. But his little grip on something familiar and a moment of childish normalcy just made my evening a little brighter. More later...