the broomstitch

Sue is home with her new knee. She can move around, with the aid of a walker, and needs my help to get in and out of bed, but I think she's doing quite well. She of course feels differently. As I write this entry, it's past midnight and I'm accumulating some overtime even though I'm not supposed to be working, but from this end of the house, I can hear's Sue's deep breathing sometimes giving way to moans of great discomfort. She woke up when Cloris Leachman screamed in horrible pain early in TCM's showing of Kiss Me Deadly tonight, but she quickly went back to sleep.

Well, she's home, and her mom and I are here to take care of her. Tomorrow I have to replace the shower head with something with a hose which will make things easier for Sue. That feels fills me with great anxiety, my plumbing skills being what they are - or rather being what they are not.