When they call, I'll go back again, to see him into his room and hang out a while. He will be there perhaps two days, maybe a little less.
Snow is beautiful from inside a warm house. It's wonderful to walk in, just for fun. But to drive in when one is nervous and afraid because a spouse is unconscious and being cut upon by strangers, snow is not friendly. It took me an hour to get there, drop that sling off 30 feet from the door, and get home. It's five and a half miles.
I wore a scarf I bought in India, and driving home 20 mph on very icy roads, there was Hanuman swinging happily. I guess orange plastic Hanuman (or as ours is known, "HanumanTana") isn't much used to snow.
(not the photo I was looking for, but him in Texas, and a song Keith likes)