We were released from the hospital this morning. Jimmy feels much, much better and is in good spirits. He has finally shaved and bathed, and washed his hair, which has helped MY spirits. I told the attractive young nurse wheelchairing him to the car, "I wish you could see him when he doesn't look like a street person. Cleaned up, he's pretty cute."

Driving home from the hospital, all Jimmy could talk about was how much he wanted a big fat juicy cheeseburger from Houston's. We decided against it because he's not supposed to get in crowds, and at that point would have looked like a street person wearing a mask. When we got back to the apartment, Jamey brought him a good take-out cheeseburger, so he's happy.

The food in the hospital was BEYOND vile. Last night's entree was braised Italian shoeleather, finished with a delicate Elmer's glue reduction. For breakfast, there was cold scrambled silly putty on cardboard toast points. We survived by eating Snickers bars from the vending machine.