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I got in to see her three times yesterday. There's still not much in the way of news, but yesterday was the first time that she really seemed to respond to my voice. Did I mention already that rising blood pressure is a sign that she's aware of a familiar voice?

I don't know if she's just been deeper under the other times that I've been in or if I'm not talking loudly enough to be heard over the machines, but yesterday was the first time that I really think she was listening. Even when I would take a pause, she would start to drop off again, but get back up when I started to speak again. That was the last time I saw her at a little after midnight, and even though it was the end of another long day, I walked out of there with the biggest smile. That may have been the most pure happiness I've ever felt.

I think she knew I was there. I think she was listening.

She's always said that she really wished she could see me perform. The best I could do was sing my heart out with the car stereo on the way home, but I dedicated my performance to her and gave it everything I had. I think there might have been a touch of divine intervention too, because I haven't had a chance to really exercise my vocals at stage range in maybe two years, and I know I've lost some ground. But I was almost at 100% last night as I gave it my all. So I'm gonna hope I was singing loudly enough that she could hear me back in the Hospital. But I've asked God (I'm an agnostic by day, but we're really in a 'no atheists in foxholes' situation) for three things: to bring her back safely, to watch over her family, and to let her know that I'm there. So maybe He made arrangements for a special broadcast live from my car.

I hope I didn't keep her up.

Gotta finish up some laundry, hit the showers, and head back out. If you've got an in with God, if you could mention that I'd really like her in dancing shape by the Pixies concert, that would be awesome.