Good News (no, you have NOT pulled up the wrong blog page...)

No, I haven't gotten a job. So don't even ask me this right now. But I figured I' d at least report this one in, since you all knew how upset I was about it. At about six this morning, Destiny opened her eyes. She was still by all appearances "comatose," but apparently Dad was playing Winnie the Pooh on the television and talking to her. He asked her where Winnie the Pooh was; she opened her eyes and pointed at him. Her breathing tube is out; I don't know if she has been verbal yet.

I will be visiting the hospital as "Carrie the Music Therapist" on Friday.

Haven't got anything further to report at this moment, just thought I'd let you all know what's going on.