Today is Curmudge's birthday. He turns 68 years young. He's been really ill these last months, but is on the road to recovery. I am pleased with the progress he's made since he was released from the nursing facility he was in after the stay in the hospital.
He is able to get out and about, drive to do errands, and cook his own food. I have to admit, though, he's not a housekeeper. I've had to visit at least three times a week to do his dishes and clean up the kitchen after he cooks. I am so afraid he will get sick again if he doesn't keep after it.
In any case, I've wished him happy birthday and spent some time with him today.