Here's my Dad in the hospital. wearing his jeans and his couture gown awaiting the doctor to say "GO HOME". He was very ready to go. We spent one night with him, just to make sure he could do everything for himself. By the time I left at noon, he had done a load of laundry, washed the dishes, made breakfast and sorted through his closet. He likes to stay busy! His only limitations are a)no lifting your arm above your head, b) don't lift anything heavier than a gallon of milk (that's nine pound if you are wondering) and c) no driving for a week. That's the hardest on him, because he doesn't like to stay home. He wants to go!go! go! But, considering what could have happened, he's quite content to be home.
So, let's bring on the Christmas Cheer! KNOCK WOOD one more time, just to cover my own a$$. :)
Merry Christmas everyone! I'll be back next time with what's it like to spend the night in your childhood home for the first time in 27 years. And how my room isn't like you see on TV - preserved in my childhood. Oh, no siree, it is NOT!
*Still nothing on the computer issues, but I will deal with that next week.