The music is not that great. Too noisy. I may leave it on just to hear French here and there. My GP called me back and he will rebook my MRI since the hospital is not rebooking me after I called them twice about it. 

I spoke to my good mother this morning. She was in top shape, finishing breakfast at about 10:30am her time. Dad was cleaning something or another in the house. I miss my mom especially. Dad is a bit too close minded about the truth of this world we inhabit. He had no interest in seeing my Ganesh statue, not even curiosity, and thinks all homelssness in Vancouver is young drugged up immigrant indians from india. So far from the truth. He does not hear me when I tell him how it is on downtown East Hastings.