So.

Yesterday, we went back to Bethlehem to have the rest of the DH's stitches taken out, and to discuss clinical trials. And while all of this was going on, I got a distinctly...suffocated feeling. A feeling that, while all was going well and things seemed to be looking pretty optimistic, that there was something not altogether OK with what was ( Read more... )

And it is, of course, most painfully long...

( So I'll cut it here... )

Belle wanders in, wrapped in her soft African mohair shawl, looking a little
dazed. Mike looks up from the coffee machine, where he has been making ready
for the morning traffic. He regards her bleary-eyed entrance with concern.

"Wow, " he says, "you're up a little early, aren't you?"
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Guess it's time to post this here...
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