Ernest Hemingway's Little Brother?

Phew!  What a day!

We drove over to the rehab facility where Mr. W's dad has been recuperating from his nasty fall, so that we could help in transferring him from there to the nursing facility at the Assisted Living complex where he lives.  The moment we arrived at the rehab place, we were shepherded to an interior hallway where most of the patients were lined up in their wheelchairs.  There was a tornado warning in effect!  We waited there with Ernie (Mr. W's dad) for a little over an hour until the warning was canceled.  Happily no damage done, just a lot of lightning and thunder, and torrential rain.

Our patient is now comfortably ensconced in his new digs, in a room right next door to Mr. W's mom (who sadly is not doing at all well ...).  Here you can see that Ernie has decided to channel his inner hipster by growing a beard, and he's refusing to shave it off!  (I told him he looked like Ernest Hemingway -- he looked rather pleased!)

"Off duty" now -- just opened a bottle of wine.  Back into the fray tomorrow!