Congratulations, Jilli. That's wonderful excellent news. They're so lucky to get you.

Emmett's still sick. Poor poot. Just beat his temperature back down from 102. He's in the tub now, and that seems to be helping a little.

He's not going to be ready to go back to school tomorrow.

Congratulations, Jilli!!!!

Poor Emmett. I hope he feels better soon.

Oh, poor Emmett. He was doing so well this morning, with the ruby red grapefruit juice and the Puppy Bowl DVD and everything. Should I bring anything home? More smoothie fruit, fizzy water, anything?

I just got back from picking up more transcription from my boss. He told me about seeing the child of a Marin County mother this morning. When he asked her to describe the events that prompted her son's referral, she tossed her hair and clanked her big bead bracelets together and said, "Oh, man, it's just totally wild. I, like, don't even know where to begin, it's all so crazy." When the postdoc fellow took the boy's wrist to count his pulse, the boy asked his mother what was happening, and she said, "Relax, honey, he's sensing your chakras." Ahhh, the Bay Area.

Oh, JZ, that story is priceless.

Ya'll, it just took me fifteen minutes to figure out how to work the shower, which is handicapped-enabled. Sometimes me think ayain't got nun smarts.

Should I bring anything home?

Not really. The fridge is already loaded. He seems to be doing a little better after the tub. I washed him clean, then he floated in the warm water a bit. Now he's in clean jammies and he's sucking on a popsicle and watching Three Stooges.

Emmett's plans for the evening and mine are remarkably similar.

brenda, when is the root canal?

I washed him clean, then he floated in the warm water a bit. Now he's in clean jammies and he's sucking on a popsicle and watching Three Stooges.

God, I miss being a kid. Not enough to get sick, though.

Thursday noon.

I just worked out for the first time...ever. My limbs are all shaky. I'm not sure how I feel about this!

Hopefully, what you feel like tomorrow won't scare you away from the workouts forever. Pain is good. Strong is good. (Ask ita.)

I hope that Emmett feels better tomorrow, and that you can get back to the regular parent routine of refusing him popsicles until he eats his vegetables. Poor kiddo.

The dermatologist says there's a biopsy in my near future, but it's probably nothing. I choose to believe this, but will double check my sunscreen supply when I get home tonight.

Sorry to ask and run, brenda. Yard emergency. Dog next door thinks he should be allowed into my yard for a play date with my dog. Which I'm okay with except for the part where he's trying to dig under the fence. Bad dog!

Anyway - I just really think the dentist should move up your appt, considering the amount of pain you're in. Mouth pain is awful nasty and I don't like thinking of you being so miserable. BUT... if you can't get an earlier appt, I'll be sending you Less Pain vibes and hoping you have some kind of pain pills and maybe a bottle of wine.