Dave's Gram, who has been so sweet to me, is in the hospital. We visited her on Sunday and she had me write down my last name and my birthday for her, so she could put it in her book. Then she kissed me and told us to drive safe, and we went back to Westchester.
They took her to the hospital that afternoon, and then again today, and she's admitted now. I don't really know any more. But it's very sad. I hope she's all right.
She may be the only other person who understands just how adorable Dave is when he sleeps.
