Roll with the punches...

Helped Angie get the house ready for Dad to come home, which should be tomorrow. We've arranged the living room so he should be able to see out the front windows and the back door. I'm sure he'll have us move everything around differently, which we're alright with.

Angie is supposed to call me tomorrow when they transport Dad home. I'm a little leary of the transportation crew getting Dad into bed by themselves... I've seen them do it before with Tom. Sometimes - not so pretty. So, I'd like to be there to give a hand if necessary. Or, pipe up if they're not handling him right.

No news on finding a place to live yet. I've gotten a couple web sites to check out from friends and family, and a list of apartments from the advocacy place. I guess I'll start calling on Monday (I work tomorrow during business hours, of course).

Of course, in the middle of my work day, I have to go for my final fitting on my Bride's Maid dress. Yeah, thats ideal. But, what do ya do?

Roll with the punches, baby. Roll with the punches.