I'm currently here at the hospital, watching over a small boy who's suddenly two tonsils lighter. I get to stay with him overnight, and sleep in a comfy chair. (That's what your health insurance gets you in Australia, comfy chairs.) Biyi, meanwhile, has legged it back home for a nap. Ryan's sleeping it off, so of course they choose right now to mow the lawn outside his window. Not that Ryan seems fussed. Mostly he's testing whether his snoring can beat out a lawnmower. (Answer: yes.)

Snore, Ryan. Snore over the lawn mowers. Snore to wake the dead. Snore so your dad can snooze without having to watch the rise and fall of your chest to reassure himself that you are breathing regularly. And also heal up quickly.

I knew I blanked on something. Scrappy, that job sounds intriguing. I hope it works out for you.

Zenkitty, you ARE a supercompetant miracleworker. Plus you are taking steps to care for yourself.

This is, for real, a post on my neighborhood's Netxdoor board:

"Hello eclectic and lovely northside neighborhood people. I am in need of socks... Not any ole socks... Only ones that are AMAZING and you simply can NOT wear them anymore. Perhaps they have too big a hole and you don't know how to darn. Perhaps the washer or dryer ate one of them and you just have a lone really awesome sock that you could not figure out a way to part from until now. If this resonates in you please put your sock in my sock box. I will leave a box outside of my little white house on the corner of [street] and [street] if you find yourself around here. Put the sock in the box. Please and thank you!"

I swear I am not making this up.

I spent a while today chatting with my new coworker and his wife, and his wife and I geeked out over various TV shows and stuff, and they might come with me to the Comic Expo one of the days this weekend, so that could be fun.

I want to know what will happen with the awesome socks.

That does sound fun, Hil.

Steph, I love that people in your neighborhood are not shy about that kind of thing.

I wish the person had said what would happen with the awesome socks. Tim works a block away from the person who requested the socks, and when I read the post to him, he disappeared in the office (where his bureau is) and emerged with 2 mismatched wool socks. He may be the first donor.

My first guess was that the socks would become a quilt.

Or a bunch of awesomely clothed free house elves.

Thank you, WS! I needed that.

I also wish to know what will become of the socks.