No rest for the wicked

Ahh, it's Saturday. I went to bed relatively on time, looking forward to sleeping in this morning. Unfortunately a loud crash in my bedroom woke me up at 5:45am. There is something distinctive about the sound of a human hitting the floor with her walker around her. That will bring you right out of sleep.

In general, Linda's walking is becoming more solid all of the time. She must be tired this week. She hasn't had a fall in over a month, but she's toppled twice in the last three days. This morning she couldn't sleep, so she was getting up early to take a shower and start her day. She cried for a while, but that doesn't seem to be because she was hurt.

Our week has been pretty good. Linda couldn't stand the idea of therapy on Wednesday, so we called and canceled. There was also no speech on Thursday because of testing for Head Start. Thursday especially felt like a day off, and we spent most of it together.

We went out last night. Linda told me that was the first time she has been out at night since the stroke. We went to the Dukum to listen to a music group. She really liked them, so during the intermission I bought both of their CDs. We've already played them, and they are certain to become favorites.

I think our babysitter must have forgotten us last night, so we took Ellie with us. She charmed everyone as usual and then had a complete breakdown when it was time to leave. Yes, that's my daughter.