We've been home for a week now and it's been quite uneventful. So I'm writing to let you know that there is nothing to tell. Really. Glenn has been tired and resting pretty much all week. He has probably been in his office for a total of maybe one hour. He says he hasn't had a single idea. If you know him you know that there had to have been a part of his brain that was greatly affected or the idea cells must have been in his hair, since that's gone, too. Just a guess.
And now I know that sympathy pains are real. I've been inexplicably exhausted ever since we got home, with no relief yet. I feel like Glenn says he feels. I don't have any creative thoughts, so that's all for tonight.