Stacey's walking!
She was doing the stroll in her purple slippers all the way around the floor when I headed out. And that after eating a red popcicle and hanging out with the good doctor DiNick, on his evening rounds. She's likely to get sprung tomorrow, so I'd better go make up the recliner and the spare bed for her mom. And vacuum, and dust, and wash the kitchen floor. Motivation is a wonderful thing.
I was very impressed with the quality of care at Barix. Aides, nurses, respiratory staff, all professional and caring, as well as aware of bariatrics. And they had big people furniture, sugar free popcicles and no straws.
Can they call the world series on account of snow?