Nothing says welcome home like a giant carrot cake.
He's home! He looks like hell (they weren't big on grooming at the rehab place: never shaved him or washed his hair in 10 days), and I feel like hell (I've got a cold or some upper respiratory thing), but we had a great afternoon and evening and now we're both going to rest like you can only rest at home when everything's all right.
Thanks and thanks again for all the good that thought and prayer and kindness have done.
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