It’s the end of the world as we know it

My brain is mush. We had a full day, most of it spent away from the hospital. We built a crib, welcomed grandma Jane, I went to the gym, frantically worked on a mix of my New Year’s song for a local radio station, and late this evening dragged everyone out to a late showing of Milk (at long last). All systems in the joint are go. And the word on third floor is that brothers B and C, Pablo and Levi, are packing their bags and heading home tomorrow. So, our adventures in parenting are to begin earnest. I had it in my head to write some big epic blog post about the strangeness and wonder and fear all wrapped up in this particular juncture, but instead, as I’ve mentioned, I find myself with mushbrains and craving sleep. Might as well grab some up, since it ain’t gonna be on offer much longer.