I don't have many words tonight.  It is good to be home.  Good, but not easy.  The home health nurse arrived at 7:00 sharp and she just left, 3 1/2 hours later.  JT's feeding tube clotted off and she worked to flush it for a long time but finally had to pull it out and drop a new one.  Not exactly the relaxing-evening-at home-just-taking-it-all-in that I'd envisioned.  We're pooped. 

We head back to the hospital for a check-up tomorrow afternoon.  It's kind of like commuting from home now as opposed to living on-campus.  But as you can imagine, JT is a new boy here.  The nurse said two encouraging things before she left tonight:  first, that Jodi and I will be doing this home healthcare routine in our sleep by the end of the weekend, and secondly, that JT will get better exponentially faster here than he ever would at the hospital.  All good to hear.

A highlight:  the doctor came to say goodbye before we left, and JT reached up as high as he could and waved his hands wildly saying "Goodbye Room 21!  Bye-bye Room 21!"