Only thing missing was a seeing-eye dog.

Ash came over last night. He'd gotten his haircut.

I have cerebral palsy, and I have difficulty supporting myself on my arms. And I'm heavier than I would like to be.

Ash just got out of the hospital after having leg surgery, so he can't really move or bend or anything.

So, during the time he was "over," Ash and I looked like we were engaged in a Special Olympics Greco-Roman wrestling competition.

Sometimes I felt like I was holding on to him like a balance beam. At other points, I was on my side, not holding on to anything yet convulsing, like a fish flopping around on dry land.

He didn't stay very long. I'm not sure I blame him. I half wanted to leave, myself.