Looking forward

I was remembering back to those days when I used to sleep at night. Those were good times.

This morning, when breakfast began, Michael covered his grin with the rind of an orange, and smiled at me. This seemed a good sign. He's been laughing, and eating a bit, and strutting with a swaggar, as he pulls his I.V. thru the hallways. We're gonna make it.
The doctor said she's kick us out tomorrow. O! The blissful thought of a night in my own bed.
Don lives in fear that I am going to collect him from the Disneyland of his current existance. He's been staying with Tim, whose goal it has been to steal my child's heart. Don has had a later than usual bedtime, an in-ground pool, TV, video games, and junk food. He pretty much wants to marry Tim.

My little sister is coming over to the hospital this afternoon, so I can go out in the real world for a bit. I am going to go play with Tim and the kids for a few hours. Tim is going to cook for me, since I have had only hospital food for the past week. Is it needless to say that I've lost five pounds?

Summer seems to have begun in earnest. It's painful to be indoors when the sun is so bright outside. Tomorrow, we go home. Back to yard work, and chores, bills, and schoolwork.

On to the next adventure.