Jimmie is home! Yesterday he was getting his first sip of broth and asking how he could get out of the hospital. I was replying, "Do the things that they've told you to do," and getting dirty looks for my impertinence. Deep-breathing therapy and walking hallway laps are alot harder than they sound when someone has made a 12-inch slit through your middle and played with all your organs. So I have to brag on Jimmie for a moment. He determined to do it, and he did over and over yesterday. We were even walking the halls again this morning at 6 AM. Hmmmm. . . . I wonder if our grandson coming to town was the little extra motivation Jimmie needed.