Went by the hospital this morning and found Dad, looking rested, on the side of his bed eating his pancakes and scrambled eggs. Evidently it's the best thing the Presby kitchen has to offer.
The "hospitalists" - from central casting as Dad describes them - came by. Heart rhythms were still sounding great. We watched GMA for a while and discussed the sorry state of TV journalism. One of his therapists showed up and I left to go to work.
Dad and mom had a meeting with the head of the rehab department yesterday. Friday is the big day, they'll decide which facility and possibly move him as well. So Friday could well be a confusing day.
The good news is that heart seems to have stabilized, now it's just down to the hard work of rehab.