The medical stuff is done for the week, and we are sitting back and relaxing. Slowly George
gains access to more movement. One day he can touch two fingers; the next day he can touch two more. I am so pleased.
Dinner by the bay last night. Lunch in the living room with a book today.
Himself: Came with me for the CT scan.
Myself: OLD. Hair everywhere.
Weather: Cooler with watery sunshine.