Okay.

Driveway plowed -- cleanup of snow in front of woodpile, etc. to be done tomorrow after I leave. And my car is back at the head of the driveway (not quite enough turnaround space down by the house until after the cleanup work).

Looks like I'll try to go to Dover Rehab tomorrow morning before I go to work because after I get out at 8PM it's really a bit too late.

Tom now says he intends to stay at Dover Rehab until Friday or Saturday. (Well, Saturday would be my day off.) We'll fight it out with whomever we need to fight it out with when the bills arrive.

Meanwhile he's got some prep to work out before we get on the Downeaster next Monday morning.

I just talked to him and he doesn't want me to give out his phone number right now. And as of yet, he doesn't know whether he has internet access. He did say the food sucked (dry sandwich for supper with pathetic tomato & lettuce) and they've not been prompt with meds, either his regular heart meds or changing the antibiotic drip. And he was ignored for the first 40 minutes he was there.

My feet are soaked (as are two pairs of gloves). I'm shutting down the house for the night, taking a glass of wine upstairs and getting into bed and hope to relax a bit (with the help of a book and a couple cats). This has been a far from restful day and I really need to unwind before something snaps. I also need to transfer some of my notes to my comprehensive notebook.

Goodnight, everybody.
Linn