Sick, sick sick

The next few posts will be written in the bath. It is generally acknowledged to be a bad idea to use electrical equipment will bathing, but I am oozing into my second week of plaguiness and am suffering some frontal impairments.

Frankly, I don't understand how others parents manage to stay healthy. The core of my emotion life (after love for wife and child, of course) is work stress with heaping dose of fear-driven, mischievous baby chasing. Extrapolating from research that I vaguely recall, I have no immune system. Thumper and I just sneeze and cough back and forth in one another's face, displaying a petulant teamwork that would make any rider the apocalypse proud.

Now onto other things...