Ron made coffee, put breakfast together and made the bed this morning.
I had a pretty good night, slept solidly from 4 to 7:30.
Still muggy and horrible this morning; not missing being outside at all.
Visit from one of the RNA nurses. She redid the bandages on my leg, a big help. I cancelled PT, not being sure how much Tufts is going to cover, and I want to be sure I have sessions when the splint comes off.
Trying to do leg exercises, I pulled a muscle in my back. Ron cured me with a BenGay rub.
Laura came over for a visit and dropped off a gorgeous orchid: first I’ve ever owned.
I was very pleased to be able to grill in the evening. Ron got back around 7 after dropping off Robert and stopping for a few groceries.
He was in a strange mood. When I told him I’d made burgers, he seemed disappointed.
Later, he said “We talked about salmon”. This was my Meal on Wheels, and I was more than willing to share it, but he wouldn’t have any part of it. I kept asking him why but he clammed up.
It occurred to me that he’d probably been through a similar convalescence with wifey No. 1. He didn’t admit to that but was silent and sullen the rest of the night.