Hey, it Super Bowl Sunday! And we're still here.

This is very different. The first 10 days I was pretty much on my own. Now, Ronnie is fully conscious when she's awake, so it shifts the whole dynamic. Now there are decisions about "What are we going to do now?" that hadn't existed before. It makes going home feel a lot closer, which is both exciting and terrifying.

I learn more each day about what'll be involved when we get back. I think the big key is having lots and lots of pillows available to make sure we can find a comfortable position. Probably will bring our air bed downstairs, so we don't have to go upstairs every time it's necessary to lie down. Don't really think the couch is an option at this point, though it would be nice if it were.

I'm also wondering what we're going to do with the dog. She is going to be a (very cute) problem, because she is demanding of attention and from my experience here will not completely understand when I explain the situation with her. Seems silly to have a dogsitter while we're home, but it may be necessary.

Watching someone heal is a little like watching plants grow or paint dry. It isn't exactly boring, for me anyway, but it's slow. And plants and paint do not have opinions on how things are going. Actually, I don't know if that's true, but if they do, they don't express them. Yeah, so now I'm discussing plants and inanimate objects like that. Think I need to get out of here soon.

And the Super Bowl is today, right? No wonder they had nachos and chicken wings on the dinner menu. So weird. I don't follow football very closely, most likely because I don't like it, but I've always watched the Super Bowl, since the very first one. We'll see. Maybe a trip to the lounge is in order. Here's the TV that's in the room.

Not quite 4K HD