Little Everett was transported to a new room on the next floor up from ICU 
today.  They put him in a padded neck brace that is much more comfortable 
but he keeps taking it off.  He has dialed the hospital phone, from memory, 
a couple of people.  I can't even remember my own cell number most of the 
time.  He talked to his grandma, Sandy, on the phone today and Sandy says he 
sounds like his old self.  No mention of when he might come home but it 
can't be too long now.  He still have a sitter around the clock to be sure 
he stays down and doesn't try to walk out of the hospital.  Today he said 
that he did not fall off his skateboard so there is more memory to come.  I 
was standing on the landing after leaving my office and before climbing the 
3 steps to the kitchen leading out of my office the other night.  I stopped 
on the small landing because I felt something.  To be more precise, it was 
what I didn't feel.  I stretched out with my feelings and began to cry.  I 
realized how empty the house felt without my grandson not at home.  If he's 
not here; he's working at Macdonald's.  Speaking of Macdonald's, he was also 
complaining yesterday that he isn't making any money sitting in the hospital 
so that's a definite sign of well being I would say, haha.

Phil.