Hope everyone's 9/11 was ok

I had a good gummy induced sleep and awoke to the display of dad's hectic and unsuccessful search for the remote control. You see i had wrote my brother about this last evening and i requested he text dad the info needed to get a new remote, but guess what? Dad doesn't want to get a new remote, and he's all weak and repeatedly says he needs a break while still doing work. Eventually he cleared a spot on his couch to sit and he got all emotional looking at pictures on his phone for awhile till i read from Dan Vogel's Joseph Smith biography and not 5 minutes later he's upstairs and i'm alone, he must know now of the gummies because i had one tin in a Murnau set and it was in a different place but it was still in there, he's not bringing anything up, and neither will i.