One sign that my sweetie is feeling better is when he plays the piano, especially boogie woogie. So when I heard him playing this morning, I knew he was in a good space. And I was right. He'd slept well for the first time in awhile, and had gotten up on the right side of the bed, if you know what I mean. To give you an idea of what kind of man I'm married to, here he is still walking with a walker, still dealing with pain, still going to physical therapy three days a week, and yet he went to visit one friend at the hospital yesterday and another at a nursing home today. A true prince of a man.