Home, tired but happy...

Steve Smith and Bruce Pingree lifted Tom and the wheelchair into The Press Room, slick as anything, while I found a place to park the car. (I'd been in the non-parking place in front of the PR with my flashers on.)

LOVELY session...Tom, who knew he'd missed the Friday music, said he didn't realize exactly how much until he was back there. He was as glad to see everyone again as everyone was glad to see him installed in his usual spot. (Pete Hale, big grin on his face, nudged me and said, "Who's the new guy?") Ayuh. It's truly been a long time -- since the 9th of March, to be exact. That's...let me count...eight Fridays (plus the April shanty sing).

We had to leave so Tom could get home in daylight. It IS a project (for both of us) for him to get into the house, plus it was the second time today and late in the day so he was tired. We managed it, though. No cats escaped and neither of us killed the other.

He asked which was most physically demanding for me -- getting the wheelchair in and out of the car or up or down the steps (with him sitting on the steps and me, with both knees shot, trying to hang on to the railing above his head). Definitely the stairs.

Good exercise, though. All of it. He's getting a good upper body workout (and doing isometric leg exercises through the day) and I'm getting a pretty good workout, too. So we'll come out of this in better physical shape, I'm sure, than before. Hard work, though...

I'm turning into a pumpkin. (Didn't get much of a nap earlier.)

Good night!

Linn