Friday, Dec 9
Today was a mountain. Tomorrow may be another. But there’s a green, green valley on the other side.
The physiotherapist had Rylan standing for a few seconds this morning. He aced it, even though it was tough.
Roberts brought pizza to the hospital for supper. So yum.
Every day I walk past this red bush between the hotel and the hopsital. Flaming red beauty in the midst of the cold dampness. I love it.
And now it’s time for sleeps.