Well, I made it.

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Good morning. George is very good about keeping me on time. He was the one to ask about his pills. He's starting to feel a little better, too, which is good. I'm thankful for that. I have to pick up one of my own meds, as well. Which I need to figure out how I'm going to do it. Last time George was in the hospital, and I knew he'd be alive when I got back there. Now I'm haunted by something he said when he was in in-patient rehab. So, until I know he's doing a lot better, I don't want to leave him alone. Even for a couple of hours.