I went to the hospital today to see Milady, and the news is good. They're talking about pulling the tubes tomorrow, and she's hoping to come home for the weekend. That would be lovely, simply spectacular, and I sincerely hope that nothing happens to delay her departure.
On the way home I stopped at Popeye's for some chicken. I got a three-piece, white, spicy, with Cajun rice. On a whim, I got the dawg a six-piece nugget box. He's been a good boy and is really missing Milady too. So, while I ate my chicken, I fed him nuggets. He seemed to enjoy that and he's on the carpet now, looking for crumbs. I don't think he's hungry.