I am awake on the couch. It is almost 7am. I dreamed of seeing a bear. I saw only once this year and I am not sure it was not a vision rather than a real bear. I bactracked anyway with Billy. Poor hubby will die very young because he is in terrible pain from his bum. And he does not sleep enough. I am worried but I take it a day at a time. His mood is wonderful though. I feel very sorry for him and his bum. It seems excruciating. When will it heal?