Paperwork is being filed. I’m getting a shower and putting on real clothes that actually don’t show your butt. I’m so close to real fresh air I know it still exists out there. At least I think it does, I’ve been in the horrible section of the Matrix for the past near week (day #5 started at 11am this morning).
Update: Showered and changed; ready to slip on out of here if a nurse doesn’t bring our papers soon.
Update #2: I’m home, stuff is unpacked, the trash is taken out. Mail has been sorted, life is still here. It is good. The couch is mine.