Children

I've been talking quite a bit about past events, so much so, that it probably borders on whining, but there are few events that will shake a parent like nearly losing a child. I nearly lost My Joy when she was an infant, and now I sit here, watching her sleep trying to not freak out or fall into the trap of worry about what might be. She's sick. A UTI, nothing major, unless it was an that same sort of thing that alerted doctors that a kidney had died and the other was potentially in trouble, and then it has the potential to become downright terrifying. So for now, I'm going to bury myself in Lyn Hamilton's The Xilbalba Murders, which is an excellent read if you are interested in history and archaeology, which I love.