We took Tom out to dinner last night. We went to Chili’s, which (in various of its local incarnations), has worked well with him in the past. When we got back to his group home he got out of the car and we hugged him and said goodby. Then he went inside and we went home. He seems to be understanding that the group home is his home now. This is progress, and what we want to achieve. All the same I feel a touch of sadness. This is totally irrational, but this is not being my best week for rational thinking.