Explanatory
So, it's been quiet here. Mostly this is because of Wombat Fatigue.
We've been to the hospital twice now in the past two weeks, as Theresa has had some scary too-early contractions which -- happily -- have so far been manageable with a prescription, and offset by tests which give us some reassurance that Helena will still have a few more weeks before she has to start sharing in a big, big way. GLN2*, in the parlance of our friend Sheri is officially due to arrive in early July, but as things stand we'll feel very happy to make it to Memorial Day, and thrilled if she can hold off until after graduation in mid-June.
I also went to the doctor myself today, the kind of doctor who puts something down your nose to look into your throat. (If you are wincing, then you are having the appropriate reaction.) What I have been experiencing as a piece of popcorn seemingly permanently attached to my tonsil is, it seems, the sort of irritation one gets from this. So, I am supposed to join the ever-swelling ranks of the medicated, sleep on a slant, and start cutting back on enjoyable things.
And then there's work, which has let up little for either of us. So, forgive the low levels of fresh Wombattitude here. In any event, there will be a quiz tomorrow.
*Short for 'Gorgeous Little Number Two'