I’m writing from the waiting room of a hospital in Long Island. I thought, however, that about this time,  I’d be tweeting from a first grade classroom in Brooklyn.

This morning Nate is going in for surgery of the icky variety, a hopeful remedy to sleep apnea that involves the scraping away of various tonsils and adenoids and other things I’d rather not think about. Originally he said he’d take a taxi here. It was no big deal. I’d pick him up tomorrow. Whatever. Who cares. La la la lala.

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