There are still plenty of things he will need my help doing. And I'll get stuff done for him a lot faster than the over-extended nurses and aides at rehab.
Okay, so here's today's report... (I didn't even turn the computer on when I got home at 2 p.m. but went right upstairs to try to nap. Never actually got it -- the tickling of Sabine's whiskers and Rufus's weight on my hip kept me from napping when I got home. I was physically wiped out after moving more furniture around this morning, then driving (again) all over hell and gone.)
Anywho, I left the house at a gallop at 10:07 so I could get a sausage McMuffin at the local "Scottish restaurant" before they stopped serving breakfast. Had a redwinged blackbird fly right in front of my car to show off his lovely wings as I merged from Rte. 4 onto the Spaulding. Found my friend's house and extricated the wheelchair uneventfully and then drove to another friend's house a short distance away where I'd intended to leave some potted perenniel euphorbia on her deck, but discovered she hadn't left for work yet, so was able to gab a bit over a cup of tea while petting her black schnauzer, Schulz.
Then on to Dover. Tom really wanted to come home today, but when I went to talk to the social services nurse, she said it would be a lot less complicated if she would have until lunch tomorrow to wrap up the releasing paperwork. That was actually fine with me because I was concerned that my extreme fatigue would make his getting into the house today perhaps a bit unsafe. And Tom went along with it. She really wanted him to stay until Saturday, but I said, no -- tomorrow. Tom can settle in tomorrow and I'll have Saturday off with him before I have to work on Sunday.
The wheelchair is actually a little smaller than the one he's been using at rehab -- not quite as comfortable (and the brakes work in the opposite direction), but probably better in the long run as it's 2" narrower and should be easier with which to navigate around the house.
Alas, we WON'T be going to the Press Room session tomorrow, though. One more exit and late evening getting back up the steps to the house would just be too much. But I'm sure we'll be there next week.
I'm having trouble keeping my eyes open (even though it's only 6:30), so, after posting at Facebook and sending a couple emails, I'm heading upstairs to read a bit then go to sleep early. And I can take it easy tomorrow morning, too, before breaking Tom out of rehab.