O LORD, a countless, countless thanks for keeping THYSELF well. O Dear Lord, it’s 7:08 pm. “Thermometer He is recalling how I had misplaced it in the morning.“Daant lagaaye hain. Kal andar nigalne lage thhe!“My dentures are still inside. Yesterday I almost swallowed them.”I must remove the dentures from His mouth and place them in the brown plastic cup on the large table next to His bedside.