Mama Knascar aced her spontaneous breathing test this morning. The good news is, they extubated her because she was breathing well enough on her own. The bad news is, the coughing is back Yech.
In a perfect world, I could run away and go to the Full Moon hash tonigh, but I think I'll have to settle for ice cream. And knitting. There's some emergency Malabrigo in my future; I can feel it.
Yeah, yeah, boring photo-less post. Sue me. You can hold your breath waiting for a photo of the pile of high school cassette tapes. Be afraid. I am.