This morning, I get to go to the hospital and hang out with Ray for his physical therapy. I guess they want me there to learn how best to pick him up/help him around, etc., seeing as that's about to be my job (*insert sad little fanfare here*). On that subject, incidentally, I've got a car again. Nothing cool or amazing, an '87 Chevy Celebrity, but it runs fabulous, looks incredible, and it's got a huge trunk (room enough for the wheelchair) and plenty of room to load Ray in and out of it. Should be good on gas, too.
Whee. Just not feelin' it this morning, you know? Ah well, it'll pass. Gotta go get dressed...y'all be good.
