Happy My Dad Is Home From The Rehab Day, Y'all!

Treason's greedings, everyone -

I finally brought my dad home from the rehab today.

He hasn't been home since Halloween, so today has been a long time coming.

We celebrated by ordering in from Outback Steakhouse (I get a nekkid salad and baked potato because I'm a happy gluten-free vegan; he gets prime rib, mashies, broccoli, and a salad with bleu cheese) and by sipping Irish coffee (I order in so that I don't have to drive--that way, we both get to be designated drinkers...and I make a wicked vegan Irish coffee...yum...and yay!).

Le Dadster seems fine, but I am exhausted.

Hopefully, with him home now, I'll be able to post more to le blawg.

Be well, y'all, and be sure to keep an eye on your elder friends and rellies. Especially don't let no stinking rehabs give them medication by mouth when they're too sleepy to swallow it without choking lest they end up in yet another hospital and rehab with aspiration pneumonia, like they did to my dad. He should have been home for Thanksgiving, but here we are at 16 January 2019.

- Dot Calm's shadow