I'm going to lie down and sleep now that I know my son is going to be okay. I haven't really slept in several days and I should probably take this time to apologize for the extensive battery of semi-insane tweets I've been pushing out like cheap biscuits. Everything felt *wrong*.

Everything was making me angry. All the stupid things we do that led us to this terrible place felt like weights on my back that I couldn't shake off except by railing against them.

Hopefully I'll be slightly (that's the important word) less insane when I awaken.

Thank you all.

So, just before I zonk out, I got looking at family photos. This would be 35+ years ago when he was still an only child.

They're always your babies.