Home Sweet Home

He's been home for two day and two nights now. Bodacious has quit with the reproachful look, though he still is in the bed each night. Just to be sure, I suppose.

Joe's tired and takes a nap or two each day. His appetite is adequate and he helps with light-weight tasks. Was able to adopt a supervisory role last night when two "Burly Lutherans On Call" came to install the window airconditioners.

He went to his office for a couple of hours today. We're not having any trouble with the dietary modifications, though we both know it is very early in that process. Both evenings we went for a short walk. He has his pill bottles lined up and is studying the info sheets on the various drugs. We are having negotiations about stress.

The worst of our ordeal appears to be over. The weekend looks promising: Saturday night our oldest friends are coming over to visit. Sherry and her family will be coming on Sunday and bringing chicken to grill.

I've decided what to do with my William Morris fabrics and hope to start that on Saturday.

The "new normal" is kicking in.

Thanks be to God.