He's to the point now where he's not in such bad pain that each morning when he wakes, he expects to be fully recovered . . . but isn't. He seems to have hit a plateau where he can't tell much improvement each day. So goes it after being slammed and smashed, battered and bruised as much as he was.
He hasn't used the walker in a few days, but rather gets around quite well with one cane, but doesn't feel strong enough to solo without any support.
We tried to have him sleep in our bed a couple of nights ago, but that was a no-go so he's still on the couch in the living room where he's most comfortable.
I have recurring thoughts of never getting my living room back. That's okay, though, as long as I have my husband.
Yes, all our Christmas decorations are still up and making the house look cheery. (But it's January 14th, for Pete's sake!)
Dear husband says the lights, especially, help him feel comfy and cozy.
But never have I let packing away Christmas go for so long. Doing all the outside (and inside) chores the two of us have always shared has kept me busier than the proverbial one-armed paper hanger. Changing from the Christmas decorations to the After Christmas/Winter ones throughout the house takes me a whole day when I can concentrate on that exclusively.
Here's a really good note on which to end this post. As a Christmas present to both of us, dear daughter took all the (sour, terrible tasting, what-the-heck-are-we-going-to-ever-do-with-these) haskap berries I had in my freezer and made a simply delish sipping cordial from them! I know you can't make out the label in this picture but it reads:
(Made with organic vodka, no less.) At last, a good use for our haskap berries! Next year, I'll try to talk her into making some wine with them. I have a feeling it will be reeeally good!
P.S. It's presently -9 degrees (that' nine below zero, folks) and snowing to beat the band. Doesn't Mother Nature know it's too cold to snow at this temperature?