MLB arrived back at tbbs WorldHQ around 4:30 PM today. I just got back from filling 6 prescriptions, doing a little grocery shopping, and buying some rubber gloves and packing sponges for wound maintenance detail.

She’s sore, tired, and uncomfortable. She is able to navigate stairs (tbbs World HQ is a 3-level townhouse); this small thing is great, and has saved a huge amount of furniture shuffling and resource reallocation to make her comfortable on a single level of the place; any solution we’d have devised, had this been necesssary, would have been sub-optimal all the way around. Still, we’d have done what we could with what we have.

She’s resting; I’m in the WorldHQ control room, catching up on news feeds, and thankful to have her back home. Before the surgeon released her, he looked at me and said, “You’re in charge now.” I just hope I can wear the caregiving mantle with sufficient skill and grace.

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