In the words of the poet, Billy Joel: "I'm moving out" ...or at least down the hall.

If moving closer to the elevators is a sign of progress, then Paul's making it. He's out of the Special Care hallway, down the hall in room 5516. They also disconnected several monitoring devices, took the heavy bandages off his leg and removed the drains. He was up and walking this morning before I got here. Dr. Jones stopped by this morning and they talked about Toronto, which is where Paul served his mission and the doctor did some of his medical residency.

The physical therapists came this morning, as well as after lunch to work on his leg. He's getting stronger and doing better each day. After he rests for a while, the nurse will take him for another walk.

The boys are home and back in school. Grandma and Grandpa Carling are staying with them, at least until Wednesday. Then Tyler and Brandi will take over. Today is Hayden's thirteenth birthday and it really stinks that we aren't there to celebrate with him. I think Grandma has some plans for tonight. And when Paul and I get home we'll have a belated celebration. So really, it'll be like having two birthdays!