He’s doing pretty well. Every new day sees a marked improvement over the previous day.
Right after I shot this he got dressed and did a very tiny bit of gardening: he cut the dead roses off the tops of the bushes. He spent a lot of time sitting in the shade and walking the length of the yard, about 130 feet.
This afternoon he watched the Angels squeak by Detroit in 10 innings, and then it was back to the garden. He wanted to water his roses but he was cold so he put his robe on over his clothes, and I started the hose and handed it to him.