Jack continues to do well, avoiding any spikes in fever over the past week. We aren't taking daily temperatures so we truly don't know if he still has a low-grade fever, but we're at peace anyway. He is very healthy, happy and ornery.
Jamie's dad had his gall bladder taken out last Tuesday and came home late Wednesday night. Healing was slow but steady. Then he started feeling ill again over the weekend and has now been diagnosed with a pretty nasty urinary tract infection. When I saw him tonight he was laid out on the couch with a high fever, a lot of pain and no energy.
Don't have time to write much tonight, so here's a sample of some of Murphy's Laws that I had posted on my office door for the past few weeks:
Tell a man there are 300 billion stars in the universe and he'll believe you. Tell him a bench has wet paint on it and he'll have to touch to be sure.
All great discoveries are made by mistake.
A meeting is an event at which the minutes are kept and the hours are lost.
Most problems have either many answers or no answer. Only a few problems have a single answer.
There is nothing so unbecoming on the beach as a wet kilt.
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