Claren was back at work today, moving a little slowly but she is on the mend.
The wheelchair guy came by, too, and put on a nice swing-away arm on the controller so I can sit at desks and tables. Not sure why he didn't give me that one to start.
The only problem now is I need to get up at 5:30 and take Claren out myself, instead of Dad doing it.
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
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