There's really nothing new to report with Terry.  He still moans, otherwise he seems content.

If you all will indulge me, I'd like to get a little personal this morning...

Last night Terry was in his recliner sleeping off and on and I just kept watching shows that were recorded on the DVR, one right after the other. (I love it that I can fast forward through all those commercials!)  I was just too tired to get up and start the "getting to bed" routine.

Just about the time I decided to make myself get started Emily came home.  She helped me get Terry to bed.  Thank you Emily!  :) I came in the kitchen to say goodnight to her and saw the clock!  It was almost 2am!  Oh, well, Saturday's coming and I can sleep in.  Ha!

Well, I hooked up Terry's Bipap and crawled in bed, bone tired and weary.  Terry fought the machine for about 2 hours.  I tried to comfort him and he would fall asleep and wake up moaning.  Finally around 4 I took the mask off, turned him, and he fell alseep.  He woke up again around 6 and I turned him again.

Then around 7 I woke up wide awake!  He was just lying there, awake, quiet as a mouse.  He was on his back with his legs stretched out, relaxed.  That's a big deal because his limbs are all so stiff I can't even move them.   Well, he'd slept on his back for an hour or so, and I knew it would feel good to turn again, so I turned him on his side.

Then I snuggled up against his back...we call it scrunching...and all was right with the world.  You see, my favorite place in the whole world is snuggled up against my husbands back.  So, no matter how tired I get, how much he declines, the weariness of the whole situation, I'm so very grateful to be able to snuggle up one more time, and one more time, and one more time.

God has blessed me beyond measure with this man...