An early morning post is below, but now off to a mid-day outpatient surgery for my daughter, whose umbilical hernia she is blaming on my incompetent cord-cutting. Oh the ingratitude of it all. At any rate she'll be good as newly delivered (before paternal intervention, that is) by mid-afternoon, at which point, however, her real problem will begin: Once back home, I'm her nurse.
update: All went well there, and from here, that's all.
Oh, one other update. I have learned that Go, Dog. Go! still works as therapeutic bedside reading for a sore, ailing teenager. Always stick with the classics, that's my motto.