This day has dawned with more pain than is welcome or expected. It's morning; we should not be surprised.
I drove to Albany in the sunshine yesterday. It was lovely. Chico had called a few times thinking of details that needed to be taken care of. From Fort Ann I called Chester. He first said enthusiastically, "It has been a great weekend!" He went on to remember some of the struggles of Saturday. Chico and Chester did have a great time together: Scrabble, football and long talks.
There are small signs of great progress everywhere. Chico is brimming with good humor. He pulls his upper torso up while at the same time raising his right leg for point and flexes. He is using pain medication much less. He drinks from a cup without a straw. He's made a few phone calls. Now he sleeps, exhausted from the early morning rush. After only a moment he begins to read the paper.
Chico has been able to move his left leg a little for the first time today. He uses his inner thigh; it is a muscle unpierced by bone or surgery.
Worries wait at the door.