Pat has been in rehab for five days. He seems to be showing some improvement, so I'm heartened. I'm sick as a dog myself. Went to the Philadelphia Flower Show with my friend, Vivian, yesterday, then stopped in to Seacrest Village where Pat is at 8 pm. Had a little dinner and went to bed, but woke at 11:30 with a horrible upset stomach. Staggered to the bathroom and--well, it's not a pretty picture. Still have queasy stomach, so slept and lazed around all day. Had nothing but a small bowl of cottage cheese today. Will try some toast now.