I guess we can't keep a good girl down too long. Last night, the 13th night since I broke a rib and 3 or 4 bones in my foot, I was feeling pretty good. I had spent every night since my fall sleeping in my recliner as getting in and out of bed was somewhat of a painful chore. However, all day long I wasn't hurting nearly as much as I had been. So, I decided it was time to sleep in bed. In my recliner, I had been sleeping in either a bathrobe or the slacks and shirt I had worn that day. That certainly isn't proper sleepwear for a lady going to bed. Not only did it feel great to sleep in our bed, but doing so with bra, forms, nightie, panties, thigh highs, and a couple of bracelets was heaven. I woke up earlier than my wife this morning. By the time she came to the family room, I had swapped the nightie for a dress. Heather reappeared on the 13th day of this journey. I consider that lucky and expect she's back every day for the foreseeable future.