More surgery for the end of the month for my patient and then hopefully that's it. We're seeing the light at the end of the tunnel though, that will be for one tiny thing but otherwise the mend is on. I can play nursemaid to my heart's content, though I also bit off too much and had a micro-meltdown this morning, which Ben talked me out of and then we went grocery shopping, really fast so we could be home by eight.
Right, eight this morning. We were there, waiting outside, before seven.
There's no people this way.
(Fun fact, there's also very little in the bakery section! This was why we don't go on Mondays.)
Ben carried everything from the truck to the kitchen in one go.
He did not use the hand rails at all. Sometimes I wonder about this man, who trashed his body living a life of excess and then some who becomes a walking miracle a little over a year after having his brain injured beyond what they thought a man could endure and still come back from.
Also? I realized this morning that I hate mango. Absolutely hate it with a passion.
In other news, the rain returns tomorrow, and along with it, the ghosts.