We're home

At 11:42 this morning, Kathleen rolled into our garage for the first time in four days. She opened the car door, pivoted neatly, stepped onto the garage floor, then deftly pushed her walker toward the steps. . . on her own. She grabbed the new railing and helped herself onto the main floor of the house.
During all this, Birdie watched from the other car. She's known to jump up on people at critical times, sometimes evening peeing on their shoes in her excitement. So she was relegated to the sidelines until Katie was securely inside.
Katie's taken a quick nap and now she's enjoying a chicken noodle soup prepared by neighbor Paula, with the assistance, of course, of husband, Bud. Katie said she had no appetite, drugs, you know, but once she got started on the bowl, she polished it off. Delicious. Sandy and Tom have promised a beef stew for Friday. . . so we're good to go in the meal plan department, thanks, so much.

Katie's SKU and warning bracelets can come off now.
We got it from here. Thanks, Waconia Ridgeview!
Great job, wonderful people.

Apparently Shakopee is a drug-free zone. We showed up at the Shakopee Target with $26 worth of pain prescriptions and were advised to look elsewhere. We found the right stuff at the Chaska Target, along with long-time Chaska resident and well-wisher, Denny Swan, loitering in the nasal remedies aisle, lamenting the fact that he wasn't on the golf course today, but wishing Katie a good one, none-the-less. When Stan and Kathleen were in business years and years ago in Chaska, Denny was a banker.
We're staying ahead of the pain now, it's all good. Didn't want to go to the street for meds.
Ol' pal M'liss called to offer her bests a few minutes ago and Birdie and the patient have settled into the big red chair to watch the DOW move south. We hope to see the Twins win the series with the Yanks tonight. We should be satisfied with two wins, but it's never enough.
Life is good, Katie got a chance to sit back, breathe and ponder what just happened during this four-day whirlwind, and it is hard to get your arms around it. Simply amazing, and what a privileged undertaking it was.
Thank you for your thoughts and good wishes. We're grateful for it all.
Got to go, time for afternoon exercises.