I'll start with the most important piece of news for the day: Neil came home yesterday afternoon, a good 24 hours earlier than we'd expected.
Gareth drove his mum and dad home from the hospital before joining us at his brother's house for dinner. (Dave and Tracey had already planned an Indian dinner for us last night, and we all concluded that Marion and Neil would prefer to have a quiet homecoming evening alone.)
"How is he doing?" asked Dave.
Gareth laughed. "The minute he got in the house, he put on a fire and moved himself right next to it." Gareth mimed his dad's typical pose of warming his butt in front of the fireplace.
Now that Neil is home -- with nary a lingering sign of his most recent medical emergency -- Dave felt he could safely confess how serious the doctors considered this latest stroke -- and at the time we were informed about it, they had held little hope for his recovery.
We all shook our heads in amazement at the sheer force of Neil's will to survive. "He's like the Energizer bunny," my husband often says, "he just keeps going and going and going."
So much for my powerful in-law. Now on to the evil ones...