I called Cathy's house on July 4, when Mom and Dad came over for a pizza dinner. Dad still sounds alert, and was glad to hear from me, and confirmed that it was the 4th of July and so maybe he would see fireworks. He said he felt like he'd been in a coma for months, and couldn't believe he'd been in "this place" for so long, which he referred to as a "club" of some sort. He mentioned some concerns about his blood (being thin or something) and that he'd tried to do some running and his muscles knotted up, so he wasn't doing that anymore.