New digs

We cleared two hurdles today: Jimmy was deemed fit to be moved out of ICU and back to 8E, and he's swallowing well enough to eat soft foods, like ice cream, puddings, pureed soups, grits.  Jamey and I were hovering over him this evening, feeding him tiny spoonfuls like he's a baby bird.

I guess comfort is relative: an ordinary hospital room seems palatial after having lived in ICU for so long.  We have windows! We have a bathroom! We have a closet! I can sleep on a sofa instead of a chair!

 And simplicity isn't half bad.  My wardrobe consists of three Brooks Brothers non-iron shirts, two pairs of Land's End easy-care cotton pants, a cotton sweater vest and some underwear.  When things get too dirty, I take them to the 7th floor laundry room and wash them.  It makes me want to go home and donate 90% of the contents of my closet to the Salvation Army.

From our humble abode in ICU...

...to the Taj Mahal on 8E