Thanks, Thump, for the template. One of these days I'll figure this stuff out.

I've been banned from the PT room while Char has rehab. I didn't say a word, I didn't stand up, I didn't do anything, but I looked like I wanted to (yeah, I did, I wanted to jump up and stop the whole damn thing.) Looks are, evidently, distracting and Char kicked me out.

They are seriously torturing her. I thought it was going to be a lot of walking and maybe some stretching but they're trying to fold her like origami. I'm not sure she can actually bend the way they want her to, but she's not giving up. I think I might give up before she does.

She hasn't had anything for the pain yet tonight because she wanted to be clear headed around the kids but I think in a few minutes we'll head upstairs so she can soak in the tub and embrace the Percoset fog.

Get the popcorn out, kids.