Bob was supposed to go with Allen to dinner and the Christmas Show at The Family tonight.  He’s thinking about joining; Allen’s recruiting him.  good business connections, etc.  

I was eating dinner with the kids (casaulet & salad dropped off by the ever awesome Kelly) when he called from a cab to tell me that he was worried about me and skipping the show to come home early.  My sweet honey.  

He walks in to find me in the kitchen, leaning on one crutch and the counter, helping Liberty pack his lunch for tomorrow.  Looks confused then tells me “I can’t decided between “Awesome, you’re up and moving around” and “You should never do that again”.”  Which I have to admit I was close to myself, as I was close to telling Lib I needed to sit down for a minute, and yet so happy to be off the couch for a bit.