Doug is in the hospital and they just confirmed appendicitis. He has surgery in the morning.
On the one hand, this is good news. He has been in incredible pain all day and the alternatives to a bad appendix are substantially more icky.
On the other hand, we’ve got two kids stranded in Vermont and two at home here and no good way to make the twain meet. One of my sisters offered to help me make the suicide run to VT on Friday; we’ll go up and grab them and drive straight back down. My mom will keep the two littles in that case. But no plans are firm yet.
I will try to make this a diverting and funny post later. Right now I feel like I caught an axe handle between the eyes.
I’m just thankful it’s so relatively easy and fixable.