Finally, some good news . . .

Finally our doctor sees some improvement in my wife's condition and speculates that she'll come home on Monday, which is good news indeed. I'm worried that while her leg may heal her mind may not. With a tv inches from her bed, she's been surfing through Jerry Springer, Maury Povich, and Oprah Winfrey reruns. That stuff is ultimately more toxic than the infection which manifested itself in her leg. And antibiotics can't cure the mind-numbing stupidity that those programs peddle to viewers. Naturally the kids are starting to get antsy about Mommy's return, particularly with the new school year starting on Tuesday. Hallelujah!! Hard to believe we'll have a 2nd grader and a 3rd grader this year. I had grown so accustomed to that preschool/kindergarten environment and now here we are at 3rd grade. It's positively surreal. Thanks for the well wishes and kind thoughts during this time of crisis.