Wilma got home just before supper, and did she relish it. She absolutely hated the hospital, thinks it should be closed by the state. Even the hamburger supper tasted good.
She even played rummy after supper and we showed her no mercy. After four hands the score was Ted 178, Jim 155, Chuck 98, Wilma 29. She laughed and said she was glad to be home anyway.
She also thanks folks who commented and wished her well. She says the jam will be back in the cupboard tomorrow morning. She also says I make her look like an idiot by telling about the jam. Sorry, I thought it was cute.
The weather has turned cold. My "nest" will feel good tonight. I went out and latched the garden gates and in the three minutes it took, my teeth began to chatter.