Good news about Noah being home.

Weird day here in Boston. It's supposed to get up into the 90s (and be massively humid in the process) but it's currently in the 60s and unbelievably foggy (like white-out foggy). Did greater Boston move to the SF bay area while I was asleep?

Did greater Boston move to the SF bay area while I was asleep?

Didn't you get the memo?

Didn't you get the memo?

Nope but I don't care as long as I don't get the bill.

Yay for Noah! I loved his going home pictures. For some reason, it strikes me as funny that he and Kat got a wheelchair ride out of there.

Happy so-low-key-it's-belated birthday, sarameg.

Also, guess who's sitting on the couch right next to me? NOAH! I tell you what!

Awesome. Welcome home, Noah! Now use your wonder twin powers to get little Miss Gracie home. You need someone on whom you can lay blame. I'm an only child. I know whereof I speak.

I can't believe the hospital just let us take out this fully formed little human in whom they have spent 15 weeks and over $2 million

Isn't that something? All babies are priceless, but you have a pretty good idea of your babies' rock bottom, don't you, Kat. (And worth every penny. I'm getting all allergic here. I'm so glad he's home.) When he's being a totally obnoxious adolescent, please to rub all this in his little meatball face.

On the way home from the hospital with Owen, DH kept saying, "I can't believe they just let us walk out of there with a freakin' baby! What are they thinking?"

I wonder how universal this is? I remember thinking how crazy it was to leave a totally helpless human to two people who, no matter how well meaning, didn't have a blessed clue.

I have been enjoying my Eureka DVDs the past couple of days. But I don't think I'll manage a full marathon before tomorrow night. Ah, well. I'll at least watch the S1 finale.

I'm so excited it's Eureka day. I haven't caught up with all the S1 episodes either, Jen. I've seen more than I've missed (including the finale, which was the first episode I watched), but I've never seen the pilot. I was going to try to catch up before tonight, but then I went and fell in love with Supernatural, and things happened to me, and I'm not (just) talking about lights flickering, writing appearing on the steamy bathroom mirror (into which I decidedly DID NOT say "Bl**dy M*ry," ) and one of the preset buttons on my car radio not working right anymore (it tunes in the quite local, and strong signal for about 15 seconds, and then it goes away). Nope. Not talking about any of that. Supernatural just ate my brain, and all my free time. Scott and I finally got to see "In My Time of Dying," last night, and ooof.

Still, new Eureka tonight. YAY!

Supernatural just ate my brain, and all my free time.

It has a tendency to do that.

Welcome home Noah!

(He woke me up only after D became inconsolably depressed that male nipples really are just for show after unsuccessfully attempting to nurse from Daddy's chest. Which probably would have been a lot funnier had it not involved a screaming baby at the end.)

Poor noodle.

A 1945 vision of the Car of the Future: [link] It's a "Unicycle Gyroscopic Rocket Car." If only it could fly, it would be the perfect car of the future. Oh, and if it existed.

From this website: Driving Through Future’s Past

Experience a time when the Future was promising, cars were stylish, and there was no problem that technology could not fix! Driving Through Future’s Past is a visual time warp back to the era when ‘streamlining’ was new, automobiles had fins, and flying cars and personal helicopters were expected to fill the skies above crowded cities.

If the predictive text would dynamically adapt itself to my most used words, that would be a great help. I think I have too much vocabulary for it.

Ah. Mine does. Automatically all the names from my phone list are in it, and it adds as I go along. I think both this (Razr) and the previous phone (Ericsson something) do that.

NOAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

That's all I've got, really. No coffee yet.