Slow, slowly, but we will get there.
It's hard. Thanks to prior demands on my energy I am worn away to a frazzle and Mom is not far behind. She is taking a class to become a census worker (2010 isn't far off, after all), I suspect for the sake of having something else to do.
But Dad is getting better, and I expect he will be able to go home before too much longer.
I sure hope so, anyway.
//The Magic Eight Ball says, "Hang in there."\\
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