My Father leaves the hospital in two days - I hope he restores the faith my mother and I so recently feared lost: that we return to the status quo we knew so well, with all its comfort, ease and sleepy boredom. Bring on the old tried and true routine, for the opposite seems a bit too harsh for us chickens: if we have our say, we chose the path where the grass is already trampled, for it is soft and soothing to our feet.