After breakfast this morning, we went one exit up 293 to I-93 south. We were in the center of Boston in 45 minutes. We exited right into the financial district. Parking underground Post Office Square was easy and allowed us to go up and walk around for a half hour. I don't think I've been as cold many times in my life. I guess it's because I didn't have a toque or gloves on. The wind was blowing off the harbor and down into the small streets. The sun was warming but generally the buildings hid it.
We were back a little after noon and stopped by a Subway restaurant.
We went up to the hospital later in the afternoon. Actually, we arrived as they were preparing meals. Dad talked a lot today but I'm not sure if he really understands the seriousness of his illness. He prides himself on his independence and it's going to be tough for him to fathom he's lost a lot of it.