Day +68Back home again - well the apartment anyway. A comfy bed and screaming banshees, what more can you want? I was discharged on Thursay from hospital. I was thoroughly fed up of being inside especially when they are just monitoring moi poo.
Anyway, things have really improved. I've been slightly energised, not quite up to the duracell bunny standard, but I can walk to the clinic and around the supermarket without too much difficulty.
Two weeks left of election coverage. Thankfully! Hopefully all the dirt will be exposed - what there is of it (Obama ran over my dog/McCain has missed a mortgage payment).
The kids have enjoyed getting ready for Halloween. Sam has carved a couple of pumpkins for them. We have spiders and webs ready to go, plus a green hand in a candy bowl who asks if you "Want some candy?". It looks like Jack has chosen to be a skeleton and Poppy a witch. We are going to a friends house in the suburbs so the kids get the full American experience (plus, we love their company - our friends not the kids).
We had a very nice suprise visit from our saviour Alastair Clarkson on Sunday. He is over in the States for a professional development trip. So he came up to Seattle to catch some Seahawks games before he heads to Chicago ("how about those Bears?"). He popped into the clinic along with Hawthorn Captain Sam Mitchell to see us before they leave tomorrow. Imagine a UK premier league soccer player doing the same, they'd be too busy getting their hair done or some boutique shopping.
Current Reading: 'The Honourable Schoolboy' by John Le Carre
Current Listening: 'Endless Wire' by The Who
Currently Eating: "No food for you!"
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