I know he'll have visits by the Visiting Nurses; don't know yet if he'll have any continuing physical therapy. There will be a home visit by his therapists (with Tom) on Wednesday. I have to go over there and pick him up (with the rollator, which he's been practicing on) and they'll follow us home and then not only find out exactly what he has to accomplish to get safely into (and out of) the house.

He really needs to stop scaring the bejaysus out of me on a regular basis... If I didn't love him so damned much, I could be seriously annoyed with him.

He suggested I not visit him tonight on the way home from work because it just takes too much out of me. (I sort of snapped at him this morning; too much stress for way too long. I'm just constantly on the verge of...I dunno. Something. Do I get a nice, comfortable nervous breakdown out of this sometime? I was promised one after he recovered from his heart surgery, but it never happened.) It was pretty much a typical Monday today -- not many sales, but CONSTANT phone calls, problem after problem interleaved with repairs and dispensing. For a while there I'd finish one phone call just to pick up the other ringing line -- back and forth, back and forth, while customers waited for me to fix their glasses or solve some problem.

Meant to call him as soon as I got home, but got distracted by posting here. Better go call him!

'Spaw, I read him your post -- he really appreciates it. Thanks!

Tonight I'm just going to nuke a frozen meal. It's not like I actually concentrate or appreciate any "fine cuisine" (and actually, I've been cooking some decent dinners) while sitting in front of the computer. I miss my dinner companion. (And I DON'T mean Rufus!!!)

Linn

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