Crabby

I tweeted this today:

True story. I dreamt of a giant crab. It was ambling across the floor. And I taunted it. Just for fun. It swelled in size and I turned tail and ran. Laughing-like. But scared.

We’re leaving tomorrow morning. Henry is doing much better. I have hope that he will recover enough so he can go home. He wants to. And we’ve seen an improvement since we got here on Saturday. In fact:

We are glad to be going home. We’re worried about what’s to come over the next few months. Maine to Pennsylvania is a long trip. One of those times where you wish money was no object.

The best news is that Henry is doing better. And he’s improving every, single, day.