After a serious triage session, Helen (who refused to have her picture taken with hair in rollers), Cleo (the member of the family searching for dropped crumbs of anything on the floor), and I decided Don is definitely well enough for me to go home to San Diego.  Not even two weeks after serious back surgery, the man is racing around the house with tennis balls on his walker.  It won't be long before he is batting those tennis balls around a court...  Actually, it's a golf course he longs to visit, but Helen is going to be sure he is fit enough for that.  He is in good hands.