Afraid I don’t have much of a post in me today as I’m sitting here at a Discount Tire, waiting to have the Juke’s shoes replaced.
And honestly, typing posts with my thumbs is an exercise in irritation. By way of example, it just took me 3 tries to successfully type “irritation.” (An exercise in irrigation would be interesting though, iPhone.)
You know, I can’t complain too much about my tires. I rocked 64,000 miles on the ones that came stock on the Juke and never had a single problem. Nicely done, Goodyear.
Jen had her 6 week follow-up with her doctor this morning, so I ran solo on Daph Duty for the am.
This morning also marked my first foray into the realm of The Boppy. And it was a utilization of necessity, as my arm was going numb at 6am from holding her. Fortunately, Daphne took to it wonderfully and immediately sacked out within its strange and magnificent, horseshoe-shaped embrace.
Daphne sat in her playpen for a while, and I read the weekly Healthcare IT newspaper to her.
“And Baby Bear said, ‘Here are the 8 facets of Meaningful Use – Stage 3.”
Turns out the doctor visit was quite quick, and her report came back fine; it seems Jen is completely healed from the bodily effects of D-Day. Which is truly amazing. I’d be in bed for years if something like that happened to my body.
See you tomorrow.