The occupational therapist confirmed yesterday that Horace is coming home Tuesday; I am so happy he's coming home soon, and the few extra days will give me much needed time to clean up at work.
And Horace just wants to come home although I know he's keen to make sure he's ready before he rushes home. He's that kind of person, anyway, and has never been someone who makes rash or silly decisions. (That's my department.)
So now I'm back to keeping my head above water--work, sleeping, eating, cleaning--no time basically to do anything much else. I feel like the most boring person in Australia!