The sounds and smells of home

I woke this morning to the sounds of my grandson babbling and the birds singing. I had a brief thought that I would sneek out of bed and let Clem rest more when I realized I was the only one in the bed. Clem had been up twice. Once to nibble some breakfast and another time after crawling back into bed with me and sleeping more. I don't remember any of it. Like many women I need sleep more sleep than Clem requires. I think it is because he can dive down into the restful part of right from the start. I don't reach that point until about 3 a.m.

I can tell that Clem's attitude has changed dramatically today. The hard part is over and now the lazy days of recovery begin. We both had begun to feel like our brains were drying up the last few days in the hospital. It is good to be home!