Dispatches from my side of the street

(Oh, the way life has its way.)

At the risk of being a broken record, Cal has been very sick all week. For the first two nights, he slept in our bed, relegating us to the couches. When there seemed to be no end in sight (and we needed some solid sleep ourselves) he staggered fitfully between the couch, as seen here, and a tangle of blankets in his bed.

(This is hardly the point but ta…