Well, I got up and went to my dad's house to take him to the doctor for a routine visit, he's 82. Afterwards I took him to a very nice Italian restaurant that was very crowded but quiet. He is hard of hearing and I have to speak a bit louder for him to understand me. (Here's the Good Part) He not realizing he is speaking loudly did not discuss his bowel movements, hemmoroids, or his constipation! THAT my friend is a GREAT Day!!!