Another day, another found pain,...

Not a good night for Jen last night. Her plan was to sleep on the recliner but around 11:30 she decided that she couldn't take anymore of Steve's snoring, "we care givers are starting to wear down" so got up and went to her apartment to sleep on that recliner. Before you boo Steve, they made that decision, based on the fact that our puppies would wake her up at 6 something in the morning, and she wasn't going to like that.
We attempting to search out alternative sleeping arrangements for this evening,... she powered napped in our bed this afternoon, which was high and firm enough that she was able to climb out of. Mind you, it's a struggle but she can do it.
So this is the tentative plans, she'll sleep in her own bed this evening, with phone and all needed items surrounding her, Steve will probably start out at her place, then come down here and pass out on the couch,
Never thought I would say, I miss our 5 bedroom house in Utah, but those rooms would really come in handy now.
Glenn and Jen are both moving better, recovery will be slow, but we're adjusting. Taking Glenn into his first of many to come, transplant clinic check-ups. Mondays and Thursdays, for two weeks, then once a week for the follow up month, then once every two weeks, finally once a month for???
Can't tell you how much I'm looking forward to driving down Hwy. 66 during rush hour!