Jesse is home, after 5 days in the hospital, one positive MRSA swab, 274 gallons of IV antibiotics, 5 big-butted nurses in hazmat suits and 410 hours of the Food Network on cable.
Miles is happy to have Dad home.
I am kind of excited, too, mainly because I have been assigned the job of "wet-packing the knee wound." Which involves, and this is a quote from the doctor, "yanking the gauze out hard enough to make the skin bleed a little." Payback for a rugby-induced week of single parenting? Yes, yes please.