Today is my second day from captivity. I learned two lessons in the rehab-limited movement sucks and I met old age in the face. I'm not sure I cared for either. The food got better my last two weeks (change of chef) but I don't think it got healthier.

One day housekeeping didn't replace my towels. I had a young aide tell me I couldn't take a shower that day because it wasn't my day. What she didn't know was I had been giving myself showers for the last few weeks. My friend Joseph was also good about sneaking me in.

As I was leaving I had several nurses and aides come in and give me hugs. Makes a person feel good.

I just working on sorting out financial and health records. I left a mess in December.

I can now slowly climb the stairs but safety is still for first concern.