For the three loyal readers (a quick shout-out to my mom, dad, and Mrs. Quip) eagerly awaiting the next installment of my ramblings, I’m sorry to disappoint. Saturday afternoon we had a lovely birthday party for Little Quip, Sunday afternoon the grandparents left town, and Sunday evening Little Quip started throwing up things we don’t remember feeding him. In the almost 72 hours since, a nasty stomach virus sent Mrs. Quip to the hospital to get rehydrated, and has, as of the morning, brought the mighty Turk to his knees (in more ways than one).
As soon as the family and I recover, I’ll get back to writing. Hopefully this will be in time for my thoughts on tonight’s season finale of Lost to still be relevant.