Just home. It's been snowing since I left the hospital, but not sticking to the road until I turned down our road. Parked the car pointing up the driveway.

They threw me a curve -- Tom wasn't in the room I expected him to be in, but after the initial, "Oh fuck, now what" I turned around and found him. Not looking for him in another room, I'd walked right past. And besides, he was sitting in a chair next to the bed, not IN the bed.

I read to him for a couple hours (there's a couple really delightful bits in the Richardson Wright book I've been reading to him lately), then he decided he wanted to take a nap, just about the point my voice was giving out. Fun reading with the surgical mask tickling my nose and steaming up my reading glasses. He said he hadn't slept well last night. So we were both knackered.

I left not long before the doctor would have been back in, but I knew I was pushing myself about as far as I should today. The nurse said she expected that Tom would be moved to a regular room (back up in the new wing on the other side of the world) maybe tonight if there was a room available or maybe tomorrow (during the interim he would no longer be considered critical even though he was in the ICU).

I guess this is all good news, even the rest I may be given with the snow. (Well, until I have to clear the car off.) I just hope we don't lose power. Our phone is cable and lasts about 4 hours with the UPS. My cell doesn't work from anywhere around the house.

Linn