One of the downsides of blogging under a pseudonym is that you can't fully leverage the two parts of your life; I can't use this blog to point out personal things in quite the ways non-pseudonymous bloggers can. I'll crack that a bit to publicly thank the various doctors, nurses, and staff at Torrance Memorial Hospital, where Littlest Guy, our 7-year old, wound up Saturday night with a bad enough case of viral enteritis that he spent the night getting fluids intravenously. TG and I were at dinner at Ann Salisbury's, enjoying her great food and company along with Henry and Mr. and Mrs. Calpundit when Littlest Guy's mother called and we unceremoniously bolted for the exit and the 405.
Middle Guy stepped up, as we called him from the road to get much-needed clothes and cleanup supplies to the parents waiting at the hospital as we drove up from OC. Littlest Guy is much, much better now, and planning on bragging to all his friends that he stayed up until 4:00 a.m. The laundry is almost all done, and none of us have gotten sick, so it looks like we're through this. I didn't get much done yesterday or last night, so I'm way behind on work that needs doing, which means I'll be ignoring blogging for the next day or so. I'll catch up midweek. So public apologies for bailing out to our dinner companions, and again, thanks to the good people at Torrance Memorial for their excellent care of him and all four of his parents.