'Twas a bumpy road kind of morning. I left Chester sleeping and headed over to Chico. He looked great in his sleep! It felt sunny and breezy in the room. He was relieved to see me in the barko when he awoke. Coming from such a restorative dream, he was unsettled by the sheets of pain that greeted him in his conscious life. He is not allowed to move, still, until his 30 inch knee stablizer arrrives. We wish it would hurry up.
The morning went on like that: off kilter. My sister and niece dropped in, strong and kind. Chester was in and out: steady, loving, brave. Eventually, after noon, I left. Conscious of our growing co dependence and our more typical independence, we agreed that I'd stick with the plan which was to take advantage of Chester's presence to come home, check in with the cat, the house, the neighbors so dear and good to us, do some chores and head back down to help get Chico settled in rehab. Hopefully this will happen Monday. More, likely it will happen Tuesday. When I can be back at work full time we will both know we have made some serious progress. We are eager for that.
Pamela celebrates her 60th birthday tonight. Rooms full of beautiful, loving people. Meanwhile, I hope life is peaceful and intimate in room 505.