Arrivals and Departures Redux

First, the good news:

He's home, he's home, he's home!

As of last week, my dad wasn't expected to be discharged from the rehab hospital until November 8th. But all that walking and dancing over the weekend changed a few minds, and—I can hardly believe it—he was home in time for dinner this evening.

Hooray, hooray, hooray!

(And yes, he most certainly did have a Diet Coke with his meal.)

Second, the less good news:

Zach went back to LA today. <sigh>

But before he went, I wised up and booked a ticket for our next visit. So instead of wondering exactly when we'll get to see each other again ("sometime between now and Thanksgiving" was the plan), I can start counting down to the actual date. And if anyone asks me what I'm going to be for Halloween this year, I'll be able to say, "With my husband."

Fourteen days and counting.