settling in

This week my brother moved to his permanent floor.  He is still feeling his way around, but he seems much more normal than he has been in a long time.  I took him out to an International House of Pancakes for breakfast today.  I remarked that we never got to say good by to the staff at the old restaurant.  He indicated he would like to go back and do so.  I told him, there had better be a good reason to drive out that way again, that I wouldn't be up for it for a while!