Hello Internet! I'm happy to report that even as I type this, my fellow blogger is in the next room, grumbling about some playoff of something or other.

Some of you might remember that Hank wasn't exactly psyched to head home before he'd finished physical therapy. (Translation: He didn't want to leave Nurse Sam and her sponge baths.) So how did I change his mind?

Internet, that is none of your business. But if you must know, I was a Girl Scout back in the day, and if there's one thing I learned from my years of racking up merit badges and awards for Top Cookie Sales, it's this:

Always be prepared. There's no problem that can't be solved if you have a good handle on it. So to speak.

Oh, gotta run, Internet! I can hear Mr. Superfan yelling that I didn't put enough Tabasco in his scrambled eggs.

It's so good to have Hank home!

P.S. Special thanks this week go to Nurse Sam, for handing off Hank's daily scrub down to the slowest, clumsiest nursing aide she could find. There's a muffin basket headed your way even as I type!