Actually day three, but we aren’t counting the late arrival on the first day as a real day there.

I woke to the phone ringing, feeling lousy, coming down with something. Not my idea of fun going out to the rehab, in the rain, when I feel like crap but he called with a list of stuff he wanted.

Ran out to take The Curmudgeon some clothes and other things.

Waited in his room for about half an hour and then went hunting for him. Found him in the occupational therapy room.

Yes, I was a bit cranky but I felt like crap. His room was like a sauna making me feel worse. I needed to get out of there so I could cool off.

Today I have the ringer on the phone turned off and I plan to get as much rest as I can.

Huwwy up Mumma, It beez time to snugglez.