Everyone here is sick, and TFBIM has jury duty. As usual, her jury duty won't last beyond the first question a defense attorney asks her. But that means that I, under the weather as I am with some kind of sinus-ish unclaimed malady, must tend to two VERY WHINY boys with utterly different antibiotics and schedules therefor.
To say nothing of cranking out a strategic plan during all this, which is already up to page 5 of 35.
P.S. NTS summons me via a police whistle someone brought him from London.