He should be able to come home tomorrow according to the specialist. Who, by the way, never bothered to show up - he just rang Dave and talked to him on the phone!!! Which means he'll have been there for three whole nights. Three whole nights away from my Dave is Far Too Long. The cats agree. They're glaring at me suspiciously and making me fully aware that one of us is by no means enough.
I'm reluctantly going to work today - Dave is happily tucked up in his bed with plenty of books and crossword puzzles and stuff, and all I'd be able to do is mope at his bedside. So I'm going to go do something useful and mope at work instead. Wheeeee.
I'm off to wend my way through Melbourne's public transport system via a Very Large Coffee.
Oooh, and I almost forgot - I think I should buy some sock yarn to cheer myself up - what do you guys think?