Well, Tom didn't sleep well last night, either, but he doesn't seem as confused as he was on Wednesday. I made a couple suggestions to him on how to constructively pass the time from day to day AND keep his mind engaged so he has a better handle on the hours of the day.

I'm still trying to get some information from rehab about how long before he can come home and what skills he has to master before that's possible. I expect the major part of that will be getting up the stairs to the deck and the additional short step into the house as well as being able to get into and out of a car -- all needed before he can come home and still get to his follow-up appointments with his surgeon, etc.

From what he's said, they seem to be working most on his upper body strength right now.

Meanwhile -- thank goodness for concerned and handy friends! -- we're working on solving the problem of the 35+ year-old deteriorating particle board subflooring that could literally trip Tom up when he comes home. Friends are going to replace the seriously damaged sections with plywood.

I picked up a walker and quad-cane several days ago, and another friend last night brought over a "throne" for the king's use...no jewels or Gothic ornamentation, but eminently practical.

This morning I grabbed the closest thing to a "pajama day" I could find and stayed more or less in bed until 10:15 finishing a very nicely done mystery. (With a cat on my lap keeping me from floating to the ceiling.) Somehow, I fear, I may never get a true pajama day ever again in my life...

Right now, just keeping all the balls in the air at the same time is a lot of fun (yeah, right)...

Linn