updates from joe
Apparently Cal is shoving down that corned beef and cabbage like some sort of Irish kid. If I'd known he liked sodium so much, I would have been lethally salting all his vegetables long ago. He (Cal, that is) will be in the bath and hopefully pajama-ed up by nine, so Joe can get back here and be bored along with me.
On a completely unrelated note: you know the benefit of having an anesthesiologist as a patient? That they instinctively untangle and pass back all the monitoring cords and whatnot under the IV tubing. I knew all that training was good for something.