I Clearly Shouldn't Have Tantrums
First, enormous thanks to Rick for offering a quick and unsolicited substitute quiz on Friday. Scott's just not ready for a truly quizless Friday.
As Gavin's says here, I shouldn't have tantrums in the morning; it's probably bad luck. Friday night found us back in the hospital for the third time, once again anxiously looking at the little tape that spits out of the monitor and makes a little line and makes you think of scientists in old disaster movies looking for signs of that earthquake that's going to cause all the problems for the main character. But we're either getting better at figuring out how to make people make decisions faster or our bad luck lessened, because we were out in two hours, which is a record for our visits to the little time-eating world of labor & delivery at night...and we're three for three for having these little episodes occur at night, after Helena's asleep, so she's never once twigged.
All this by way of excuse and explanation for the ridiculously low level of activity around here. But I promise some reading recommendations shortly.