Cat, if I didn't live more than halfway across the country, I'd be very tempted to have that "pajama party".
Vince had an appointment with an orthopedic surgeon today. Of course, that meant another out of town day. The doctor is in the same building as the pulmonologist so any further visits will be coordinated to fall on the same day. We like this doctor. He doesn't like to do surgery unless it's the last resort and he's not condescending like the one we have here. All he did was give Vince cortisone shots in his shoulder (he's got a small spur in the clavicle that bothers him now and then) and the knuckle. He said he was okay with doing the shots until they don't work anymore, then will discuss knuckle replacement. It seems like a lot of miles to drive just for shots, but worth it when it can be done the same day we have to be there anyway.
We had a nice pizza party last night for Vince's nephew. He wore his dress blues for us. He sure does look good, but it's so hard to believe he's in the Marines.