After an unbelievably busy day of classes and meetings and revisiting Trevor's exhibition and for Margaret working on CBC art cards for charity event and William running errands with his Ommi after school, I got a call from my sister telling me that dad is in the hospital. I visited him for a couple of hours. He's probably fine, they think his dizzy spell is likely an inner ear thing. He has no tv there and the ward he is in is some makeshift area with no refreshments or lounge or amenities of any sort, so boredom is definitely kicking in. He's hoping to go home tomorrow.