Gee, time to blog. Who'd'a thunk? Only have a few minutes, so here goes.
We've had a little one here at the cave for the last few months. Z came to us when she was six months old. She had suffered third degree burns over 40% of her body, waist down. After spending two months in the UNC Burn Center, she was sent to us because that's our specialty, medically fragile infants. I'm happy to say that after about seven months here, Z is about ready to start walking on her own. Of course, now that she's better, she'll be leaving in a week or so. Sucks, too, because besides her burns, she's a perfectly normal child. I haven't had a normal child in the cave in years.
The Better Half™ is still in tremendous pain from her shoulder surgery, but it's slowly getting better. Very slowly. I've been running on adrenaline and nicotine for the last few weeks, and it's starting to wear me a bit thin. However, when I said "for better or for worse, in sickness and in health", I meant it.
Know anybody who wants a couple of teenagers? I'll pay you to take 'em. Please. JT and Pat (a/k/a Beavis and Butthead) are driving me insane! They'll be 16 and 15 in a couple of months, and they know it all. In spades. I need to have them find jobs somewhere, like on an oil rig in the Gulf. Right now I'm threatening them with bodily harm if they don't get out from in front of the idiot box and get the freakin' kitchen done. Needless to say, nothing is getting done yet.
OK, time to get stuff done around the cave again. No rest for the weird. Later!