Container Container and Hope

I think we do so much running around on PT (Physical Therapy) days because we are actually up, dressed and gone. That is so exciting that we just go until we drop. Then we don't (I don't, at least) move for a day or two until next time. I was hoping to actually go to sleep earlier tonight – not tomorrow - but it's too late for that. Why do those pills - even with coffee - make it impossible to stay awake during the day and don't bother me that way at night?????

I'm hoping I don’t ache so much in the morning so PT will be easier. I do and do not look forward to it. I'm hoping Dr Woolley will be impressed and that my humerus is happily healing and not twisting around in there. (A lame attempt at bone humor but it is my real desire.)

The Container Container in the kitchen isn't missed although it took most of the day for me to realize it was gone. Sometimes when you are raising elephants you get used to walking around them.

I understand Aaron and Chucky are going to get cupboards moved from their resting place on the front porch up to the upstairs tomorrow/today. I can't believe it is actually going to happen - amazing and wonderful. Then to get everything put away, hauled upstairs from my downstairs studio and more put away and gotten rid of. Then, deep breath, move the piano in there and get a bed of some sort for that room. This was all supposed to have started happening before Bob's surgery but life and schedules change and we go with Plan B - or C.