Again, but little.
Helen and I found my husband in bed yesterday, and disagreeable. The situation rather underlines the importance of waiting for the home care we have been promised. I doubt if I could have managed this recent episode. It would certainly have been difficult and unpleasant -- and frightening.
I think the main question now is, how much lost ground has it all cost him. Now that the week is starting up again — TGIM, has long been my personal slogan — physiotherapists will be on hand to assess and help.
I took the bull by the horns and did some afternoon knitting yesterday. I am now three long rows short of finishing the 19th band (of 29) of the Tokyo shawl. I should certainly be able to polish them off and proceed to dog-knitting today.
It feels very wicked, to sit in the sitting room in the afternoon and knit and read my book. (Alternately, alas — knitting with two fine yarns held together requires, at least from me, close inspection lest one of the yarns be left behind.) Whereas sitting in the kitchen playing Freecell, although obviously reprehensible, seems less wicked because I am surrounded by the clearing-up I am going to do any moment now.
I am sure you are right, that we would be better off in many respects with two cats. Southern Gal, I loved your account of how your two establish and protect their own territories. I think it would be too much for us, though.
With her aunt and cousins gone to the country, I am top of her list again. That’s nice.