2 hours at a time....

Being home has rejuvenated me, or at least not hearing all those infernal bells from the hospital. I do not miss the 5 o'clock in the morning "blood sample" call or the tray (exactly the same) for breakfast, lunch and dinner with the bad chicken broth, the red icky Jello and the orange ice cup.

After a lovely and HOT minestrone soups sans minestrone and a dry toast for dinner I did a small amount of laundry folding (I do have standards to keep) and went to bed...mmm my bed and my pillow...Granted I slept in chunks of 2 hours, but from nine till six I can say I was in Orpheus hands....