Dad’s doing great. He walked out the door to drive himself to physical therapy today without a crutch. Mom says he’s walking better than she can ever remember him walking.

I hope this means they won’t be needing here much longer and I can head home soon. His doctor projects him back at work after the first of the year, but he’ll be able to do the things I’m doing long before then.

Hubby makes it sound as if he’s been sitting at the kitchen table immobilized in depression since I’ve left. And he keeps saying things like, “if you ever come home…” (Insert eye roll here!) I think he’ll survive until I can get home.