At the computer in the hotel lobby again, Lindy snoring at my feet again, and my intrepid photographer not so intrepid as he once was.
It's been a week since his surgery and his doctor says he "might" get to go home Thursday. Then again, he might not.
I'm being brave. Lindy is being spoilt by other hotel guests, especially those with children. And our dearly beloved is learning more than he ever wanted to know about life in a hospital.
He's fine. He's making progress, but slowly. The human body heals on its own schedule, not on mine, no matter how many TV shows I want to record Thursday evening.
But, here's hoping, for his sake, and for mine.