Rough Landing

My brother Bill continues to do well.  We visited him again in his hospital room in Chicago.  As as he did yesterday for our long visit, he was sitting up today, and he continued to make puns irrepressibly (also a good sign). His operation is scheduled for tomorrow afternoon.  We flew back to Bradley in late afternoon, due to other plans, and experienced the roughest landing I can remember--a set of oxygen masks fell down as a result (one came apart :(   But all hands were fine. I'll continue to report on Bill.