I am a GIANT FUCKING MORON.

Thanks, Nicole.

It's a hernia.

Well, at least some small sac in his abdomen isn't swollen to bursting with bile and poisons.

Well, at least some small sac in his abdomen isn't swollen to bursting with bile and poisons.

Yes, there were worse options. He is still not pleased.

The whole 'Every Cloud Has A Silver Lining' shit doesn't always work. Tell the big guy I hope he feels better soon.

I just heard from Perkins -- she made it safe and sound to Chicago, and is in a shuttle on her way to O'Hare.

Sean, sorry I didn't get your message until now. I thought you'd gotten the gmail; I was napping. I hope everything worked out.

Who knew making matzo ball soup was so easy and fun? DH didn't eat anything yesterday and the doc suggested I try and get some soup in him today. He rejected the 4 types of canned soup I had in the house so I offered to make the matzo ball from a mix I purchased a while back. Yum! I don't expect he'll touch the turkey I am making for dinner.

It's a good thing he isn't often sick, because he makes a lousy patient. I told him he was allowed 5 sick days per year and he has about 80 accrued from roll-over.

Kids are swimming, so I better go watch.

The American President is on. I LOVE this movie.

My parents got me a basket from the Popcorn Factory. There are all kinds of goodies in it. I'm stuffed from brunch, but I'm thinking of breaking into it.

I, for one, have consumed every Peep in the house except the ones in my daughter's easter basket. If she doesn't get home soon, those may be forfeit, too.

The American President is on.

That is a good one, though Dave is my favorite presidential romantic comedy.

Arm is better today--if I go slowly, I've got a pretty normal range of motion. Things like putting on or taking off a shirt, putting the key in the car ignition, and picking up Annabel still hurt, though.

Three services, three Hallelujah Choruses. DH went and got Annabel out of the nursery in time for her to hear it. I wonder if she recognized it as the thing I've been practicing on an online rehearsal site all weekend. We invite people from the congregation to join the choir for it, and at the third service that included a man with some kind of developmental disability whose version of singing the Hallelujah Chorus was to shout "Hallelujah" at the top of his lungs here and there throughout the song as the spirit moved him. I'm probably not a very good person, because PerfectionistPerformer!Susan warred with GoodChristian!Susan before I was able to think how much fun he was having and go with the flow. I have to give our choir director credit for handling it all with great aplomb. You know that two-beat rest at the end before the last "Hallelujah"? Gary waited for the guy to shout his "Hallelujah," added a loud "Amen" of his own, and then cued us. So it worked out fine, and was probably all the more memorable for the imperfection.

In a rare development, our pastor made no Tolkien references in his sermon. He did, however, include the '04 ALCS and The Princess Bride.