Daddy’s been at home since Friday, when Mom decided to get him back out of the psych ward.  He wasn’t making dramatic improvements, but there didn’t seem to be anything to do that couldn’t be done just as well from home.  So, we got a normal Christmas after all.

He’s definitely “on,” but also quite grumpy about people not understanding that he just gets “set on” things, and there’s nothing remotely crazy about it.  I’m not quite buying it. As Mom warned, there are piles of papers all over the house where he’s spontaneously begun “organizing,” which is quickly becoming a running joke in the family.

Joel and Jeff are putting up with it all really well – we’re having a lot of fun both egging him on and arguing with him, no doubt driving Mom extra batty.  Oh well.

There have been some depressing moments, so I don’t want to quite give the impression that it’s all sunshine and roses.  But at least we’re all together, and having a good time.

Aquarium and Christmas posts coming soon, illustrated with lots of pretty pictures by Jeff…