The pups had me up early so I called G and asked her if she wanted to join me on farmers market foray. (I was jonesing for a bear claw.) She hot-footed it over and off we went.

After a quick trip to the farmers market, I spent the rest of the day trying to catch up on my sleep. I still feel exhausted, but it could be whatever I am coming down with is making itself known.

The Curmudgeon called late afternoon and sounded pretty good. He’d had a busy day of therapy and was heading to a shower.

I wore this today.

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.

It sounds like they worked his buns off all morning.

When G and I arrived, he was in the cafeteria having his lunch.

He looked tired already and had to work with a speech therapist later. The speech therapists are working on helping him with his swallowing problem which is why he got pneumonia before this last incident.

He’s lost too much weight and is nothing but skin and bones.

He’s determined to do everything they tell him to do so he can come home soonest. Wish him luck.

Someone is missing her daddy

You never know what each day will bring.

Yesterday, they released my husband, The Curmudgeon, to Good Shepherd Rehab Hospital. Where with hard work on his part and plenty of luck we hope he’ll come home soon. I’m still waiting to hear if he’s settled in there. Last I heard They were transporting a half hour from his call.

I wish to thank everyone for their prayers and good thoughts.

Now I’ll go relax with the dogs.

Today’s T-shirt

Momma is too tired to update. She didn’t go in to see Daddy yesterday since we didn’t let her get enough sleep. Instead, she tried to catch enough sleep, she says, once again we were no help.

I the Gavin was a whiney butt all day.

The Curmudgeon looked much more like himself when G and I stopped by to see him.

Rick was there and had him nicely shaved when we arrived. The Curmudgeon teased Rick that he could have a new vocation as a barber.

Later, The Curmudgeon was in for a surprise when our next door neighbor and her daughter stopped in to visit him. I sent along a Ty Beanie Baby bull terrier with them to keep him company.

After they left, he phoned me, he was very tired but happy he’d had visitors.

The Curmudgeon seemed to have a good day yesterday, that’s what Rick told me after he went to see him.

The doctor called later that evening but she had no explanations nor would she even try. She insisted that the neurologist would call me–he never did. Therefore I still know nothing.

I had to make a vet run for the dogs yesterday since their allergies are acting up and the poor babies are itchy. They are much more comfortable now.