<html><body style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; -webkit-line-break: after-white-space; "><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal 'Bookman Old Style'; "><span style="font: 12.0px Helvetica">Tues 10/13 </span>In his room right now, noon. Set up the iPod and he has a smile on his face, listening to Jack Williams. PT sat him on the side of the bed. A chair tomorrow. He's on a trach cuff now, room air plus oxygen. The cuff was moved aside and he's tolerating room air alone just fine. Yay! No fever. Yay! Real food. Yay! </div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal 'Bookman Old Style'; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal 'Bookman Old Style'; ">Haven't had much conversation yet. PT wore him out. Love, Gay </div></body></html>