Wednesday, October 29

Tommy is counting the days until he comes home. Every evening, I take down the small calendar that hangs next to his get-well cards, and he makes an X with a red wax pencil on the day that is just ending. Then, we count how many more days remain before Saturday morning, November first. On the home front, things have been a little hectic getting everything done, but we're getting there. The only blip in the screen the last couple of days was Tommy being Tommy--yesterday evening, he ended up hugging his wheelchair when he tried to transfer to it unattended. Four of the Ren staffers were around him in a New York minute and quickly got him straightened out, but I was, like, a little shaken up myself. Tommy, what were you thinking?!