It seems that The Curmudgeon is falling into the routines at the rehab hospital so well that he gets a bit peeved when one of the therapies throws another one off schedule.

I’ve been down with a creeping crud and dare not take it out there with so many compromised patients. So  he’s taken to calling me twice a day.

He gives me the low down on which nurse is driving him bonkers and who has visited or called him. He has his cell phone with him. Therefore, if any of his friends are reading this–you can call him on it. If he’s in therapy, he’ll call you back.

If there are no set backs and things continue to go smoothly, he may be home a week from Thursday.

We iz waiting for himz.