Home again!

This morning the docs' dawn patrol looked and poked and said, "Well, would you like to go home today?" About eight hours later, I was comfortably curled into my overstuffed recliner, watching the winter sun play through the backyard magnolia. It's not my favorite tree in the world, since at night it cuts off about a third of the sky. But it is a thing of beauty and purpose, and this time of year, when it glows in the warm sunshine and sways in the southern breeze, I can temporarily forgive its nocturnal obstructionism.

I'm not too comfortable, since after all I have had a bunch of people pulling out my guts and making comments (thinking that I was asleep, the fools!) -- but all things considered, I'm doing great! Gay had me checked out of the joint by lunchtime and we went to our traditional post-VA feeding trough, the Steak & Shake. I had most of a strawberry milkshake and a BLT, both heavenly after hospital fare. They settled pretty well.

The next few days will be a lot of rest and a little oxycodin. Doc says I can eat anything, and will look forward to getting back into the kitchen tomorrow. Little energy for that tonight, but fortunately Lore's Tim dropped by a casserole of his expert mac and cheese. Comfort food.

Weather looks like it will be mostly clear before midnight thunderstorms. So I should be able to peek around with my glorious new 31-mm. eyepiece. Pound for pound, it cost more than a Ferrari. But it will take you farther.

Joe