Hard to concentrate

My dad is doing really well, I think, considering everything that's been done to him in such a short span of time. I've been at the hospital as much as I can; it seems like if I'm not at work, I'm there, and I come home at night to eat something, and then go to bed, sometimes even before 9:00. But I'm very glad that I'm able to be there, and to help my mother as much as I can, even though I feel like I should be doing more.

My mother had planned on staying home today, and I was going to go over to the hospital for awhile a little later in the day. But she called, and had decided she'd like to go, so I got ready to go out to pick her up. Bob asked me if there was anything he could do, and I said, well, I hated to ask him, but could he finish my laundry? He said sure, and when I came downstairs to leave, he had a cup of tea made for me in my travel mug.

I mostly hang out in the waiting room at the hospital, knitting. I've finished the first of a pair of socks that I started around Christmas, and today I turned the heel on the second one. It really helps to have something to do to occupy my hands; it's hard to read, I tried that today, and I couldn't concentrate while people were talking around me. At least I'm able to knit.

When I got the mail last night, there were two big boxes in the mailbox that I hadn't ordered. They turned out to be Cat Claws scratching pads that someone must have sent them as gifts. They loved them:

Please write me and tell me who sent them--I'd love to be able to thank you properly!