The three-week roller coaster ride that I've been on is just about over. Now, I love roller coasters, but I've had quite enough of this. I'm ready to get off the ride and back into boring ol' normalcy. Really.
My husband's doing very well - he's been up and walking - albeit slowly. Yesterday, he was kind of doing the Tim Conway old-guy shuffle ("I'm runnin'!"), but tonight he was walking at twice the pace - which still isn't all that fast, but it is good. It's tough on me to slow down to keep his pace - he's six foot two, I'm five foot four - I'm used to almost running to keep up with him. Whodathunk the time would come where he'd have to keep up with me?
He looks great - not so drawn and tired, as he was in the days leading up to, and directly after, his surgery. He's lost 25 pounds since August 26 - but he looks good. Hopefully, he'll be home on Sunday.
Okay - I said I had big news that I was sitting on... and I'm still sitting on it. I have a pitch session with an agent tomorrow, and I really need to write the stupid pitch. But, hang in there - if things aren't too crazy tomorrow, I promise I'll let the big news fly...
Cross my heart.