He's Home.

I picked up DH from the airport today. He's a mess. One arm is immobilized and swollen and looks odd, the other hand is in rough shape. I couldn't look for more than 3 seconds because "injuries" make me queasy. His hair is wild becuase he can't put it in a ponytail, he can't shave, can't put his contacts in.... he looks like a wild man with funny hands.

But he is okay.

Proof? Upon arriving home and noticing the vast changes that I have made, the moving of large pieces of furniture and the attempts to decorate and set up his music room that are underway, he responded "not bad". And then upon finding out that the Dishwasher had leaked water all over the kitchen floor and that there had a been a tonne of water (which I mopped up ASAP) but still might have caused a wee bit of buckling to our laminate floor, he proceeded to get irritated.

Hmmm. I suppose one is bound to be cranky after such an event so I will just dive back into my work. Sigh. Sound of gong.... life returns to normal.