Dear Diary,
Today is our first day in our new home. It's a pretty cottage in a very small town. The cottage was already furnished, although Mrs. Morgan grumbled at the lack of fitness equipment. She had a fellow named Brian come over to repair a broken banister and set up her Bowflex.
Michael couldn't be happier about living here. He has a big backyard to play in with Lupita (who Mrs. Morgan calls Rosie for some reason). And he found a baseball glove under his bed. He wanted to go outside and play right away, but Mrs. Morgan said that baseball is bad for the rotator cuffs and tried to convince him to do circuit training with her instead.
Mrs. Morgan told him that we would stay here until Mrs. Corinthos woke up, so all day long it was "Can we call Mumble Daddy and make sure the scary lady is still asleep?" He'd call every hour if I let him. Heck, I think he'd have a web cam installed in Mrs. Corinthos' hospital room if he could.