Great news, DebetEsse! Yay!

Have fun at decadence, smonster! That link 404d for me but alien rave salon sounds excellent

Get lots of copies of the death certificate, Hec. Comes in handy for all kinds of things that you wouldn't think would require it and just having a stack ready to go simplifies a lot.

We've got 3 grandparents in town, meara, plus a half-dozen well-invested aunties and uncles who are more than willing to help as they can.

That is awesome. Never too many hands with a newborn. I hope you get some good rest.

Have a blast at decadence, smonster.

Ugh, beekaytee, why do you have to call me out like that? I was just slightly rude to someone who offered condolences but called her Jackie, and who has gotten on my nerves in the past, and then I thought “Jacqueline would have been nicer about it, maybe even in a funny way.” But I decided I didn’t care enough and don’t have the spoons.

Oh my. I would have jumped on that with both feet..and not with humor, but with inspirational resolve, if you know what I mean. And, I think you do!

I love the alien salon aesthetic, but I gotta say, the 'tooth gem' service had me immediately being concerned about swallowing them!

Yay going home, Arthur and fam!

David, because I'm me, I immediately researched how to anchor a lifeline solidly.

The lifeline has a shock absorber to cushion impacts to the extremities in case of a fall.

This seems like the very best metaphor for our community I've ever imagined.

And, I'll add a lyric from one of my favorite bands. "We don't have to worry, 'cause when we fall, we know how to land."

Yay for Arthur going home!

Huzzah for Arthur going home!!

Yay, Arthur!

Huh. Smonster, I think your post hit a possible quick edit + autolink bug we might or might not of known about. (I did click edit, but all I did was break your link to a new line, as Natter's body text had been all italics on mobile Chrome.)

Go Team Normal Noisy Baby!

So here I am. I'm not scary; I'm just lurking.

I welcome your unscary hugs at all times, Karl.

I dreamed something this morning about having something to tell DX and being sad that I couldn't.

Ooofdah! Mortality dreams galore.

I have an appointment at Green Street Mortuary in North Beach at 1pm.

They called this morning.

Me: This is David Smay...
JoJo: This is Green Street Mortuary. My name is JoJo. Your wife came into our care last night. Do you want to make an appointment to come in?"
Me: Yes, can I come in around 1pm?
JoJo: 1pm! Good. Bring your wife's driver's license and SSN so I can make the death certificate. Look for JoJo!

So "Looking for JoJo" has now replaced "Waiting for Godot" in my existential pantheon.