October 11th, 2010


By Special Request

This Message Brought to You
     Bob's been touched by the many people who expressed their good wishes and hopes for his recovery over the past week or so, and tonight he wanted to say that to you all personally. Because my typing-fu is a little stronger than his, he asked me to take dictation, and put up his comments over on his own journal. He'd be honored if you dropped by to say hello there.
     (As for my report? Simple; today was a good day; I got a couple of important things done at home, and spent time with Bob at the hospital. He enjoyed his first full day of Opaque Liquid Goodness, and we are hoping that the doctors will give him an OK to be home within the first couple of days of this week.)

Orihime yay!

Dept: of Oh God, I'm So Thankful

He's Home!

He's home and I thank the universe and the lords of chance for my Best Beloved.

The car, however, is dead. Battery died in the parking lot of the pharmacy, when we stopped on the way home from hospital to get his prescriptions. Ah well, fiddle-de-dee, la-de-dah, can't be bothered. Tow truck and new battery tomorrow a.m. before 10 a.m. Don't care. He's home.