Well Pablofisherman thinks it's December 8, 1908, so why can't I think it's Chanuka? Apart from the surprise of having someone you've known all your life suddenly start talking nonsense in a perfectly normal tone of voice, it's not all bad. In fact, it's kind of fun wondering what he will say next? I'm consoled by the fact that he is not in pain, and his physical care is excellent. He is definitely in a Different Place, and it isn't the Santa Monica that I'm in. I'm glad I'm here, wherever that is.