Heeee's Baaaa-aaack....

Well, for the moment he's home, with O2, but able to sleep in his OWN bed, and hopefully able to get some true rest and some comfort from familiar surroundings (visiting old dust bunny friends that are older than I) and potential landslides....and rekindling a hatred for the squirrels, and waiting for a slip to come up from the kitchen asking what he wants to eat the next day. In fairness, that one might actually happen. If there is anything in the world that I know to my core, it's that Mom cooks to nurture, and to show love and affection.

In short, he's home and relatively comfortable, and not in need of the oxygen at the moment, but it's there if he needs it. He can hopefully get some better R n' R in his own bed (And some O n' O, too, apparently, if needed - get it? O2? Ya know? Aw, forget it...wasn't funny. Mom will laugh...that's all that counts.) She'll update when she takes off her Florence Nightingale bonnet.

I do hope he can get some rest, as many of us have experienced the agony of in-patient life, albiet usually for shorter periods - he's been in since Christmas Day -, and as a great (frequent flier in hospitals) man once said "Why the hell do they put square wheels on everything in a hospital???"