I made it out to California. I visited the J-Clan, who moved out here a year or so ago. They kept me up way past my bed time, so that I was in extra good shape the next morning for the first day of the conference.
But you don’t care about that, so a kid story…
A week or two ago, Charles managed to rip holes in both Sharky and Timmy. He was very sad, but luckily Mom was able to perform some surgery and both were making a full recovery. Until the day before I left, when Timmy sprang another leak. Charles was extra sad because he was without Timmy again and, due to our frantic trip preparations, Mom was unable to immediately perform emergency surgery. Timmy was put in an intensive care unit (shelf) until after I was gone. I wonder how he’s doing. Timmy, I mean. Charles will be fine.
Timmy’s first surgery, Dr. Mom operating