Jutta is on the move from hospital to rehabilitation – yeah. We left early to meet her at the hospital before she was transferred but missed her by minutes. Knowing she’d need time to get situated, Caroline and I headed over to Jutta’s apartment so Caroline could make some phone calls. First up, she called her father, who lives in Karlsruhe. Still a busy man, we managed to get a Thursday afternoon date with him. Next up was Caroline’s godmother, Helga. It took a while to get a hold of this sprightly 70-something-year-old woman; her line was busy for some time. Once on the phone, she, too has a full schedule, as she’ll be leaving for Spain shortly. Wednesday evening would work and so tomorrow night we are off to Bad Soden. While Caroline was on the phone, I took some photos of Jutta’s apartment as reminders for us and for a view of what an “average” German apartment looks like.

We had to take a series of trains to reach Jutta’s new home away from home. Her new place is just around the corner from the Blood Donors Service where she worked most of her life. The room she’s in is quite large, and she’s happily surprised at how nice the facility is. She’s especially happy that she’s in Frankfurt instead of a rehabilitation center somewhere outside the city she’s so comfortable in. We don’t get to stay long this afternoon as Caroline feels she is falling behind in her work obligations; plus, we are super tired after only four hours of sleep the night before and six last night. So it’s back onto the trains for the ride out to Stephanie and Klaus’s. Once at their place, Caroline squeaks through a couple of hours of work before needing a nap. An hour later, she’s back to work. A short pause for some Thai food delivered by a local restaurant, and the grindstone calls. Unsympathetically, I have to call it a night at 10:30; she’s right after me at 11:15.