Greetings from home and my own bed. Bob insists that I type this entry despite the fact that I am pretty weary; I am surprised how quickly one's energy can fade. The worst part just now is that every bite of food tastes just like every other bite--terribly bitter . . . met our visiting nurse who will be with us for the next several months; she was very reassuring . . . Have lots to share as soon as I can get back into the saddle--or at least the pony cart . . . JJ is always fascinated by Uncle Bob's musical Ferris wheel . . .