Hurricane Isaac

As you may have noticed, my alter-ego, Tropical Storm Isaac, is doing a better job at escaping than I am. TS Isaac is doing a cool 20 mph across the Southern Atlantic. For a while, it looked like it was going to become Hurricane Isaac and wallop the Republican Convention in Tampa.  As a California son, I'm still hopeful. I'm going to sleep on it.

Although TS Isaac is wussing out, I am gathering strength. As you know from yesterday, my nose tubes are out and I'm breathing 100% on my own. I've gained weight again, up to 1795 grams: almost my birth weight. And my food is all the way up to 33 ml every 3 hours, so I'm off the IV nutrients. Tomorrow, if I show that I can eat fast enough, they'll even take the IV out!  Little do they realize how fast I'll escape once they disconnect me from everything.

Training in the exercise yard has not been progressing so fast. Every time Mom takes me out of the "Little Big House" for a little Roo time, I fall asleep and forget to do my push ups.  Tomorrow I'll do better.