I Don't Just Deliver GQ, I Live It

There were a few little glitches at work yesterday, but overall, not so bad.   A couple of my customers mentioned that the substitute carrier wasn't dressed as neatly as I dress. I'm not sure what to make of that; perhaps he was wearing pelts.

Karen is supposed to go home tomorrow. Yesterday she took her first faltering steps out of the room since she got here almost two weeks ago. Leah and I are going to be trained to do things with her medicines and PICC line. Ah well, it's true, man proposes, God disposes; the plan when I married a nurse was to have someone to take care of me.