I would really, really love to have the time to read the links on my Twitter feed and unfold my New York Times, instead of just dumping it, untouched, into the recycle pile. Maybe later.

On Tuesday night, Jonah's Boy Scout camp called. Jonah was at a week long overnight camp at the Delaware Water Gap – his first overnight camp experience. Well, on Monday night, Jonah came down with Ian's stomach virus. In the middle of the night, he threw up a spaghetti dinner all over his tent and passed out. When he and his roommate woke up in the morning, they were surprised to find puke everywhere. Jonah's tentmate did not take this news very magnanimously. 

All day Tuesday, Jonah tried to tough it out in the 90 degree heat, but kept returning to the infirmary to puke. By 7:00, the camp director decided it was time to go home. After a long day at work, Steve drove a couple hours away to get him. I've never seen a kid so happy to be home. 

After sixteen trips to the bathroom on Wednesday morning, I hauled Jonah out of the house and went to my mom's, because we had the inspector in our house. Then came about hundred phone calls with stupid questions.  Not a fan of that inspector. 

In five minutes, I have an IEP meeting at Ian's school. I'll break the news to the case manager that we moving out. I'm sure that she and the other school administrators will do a little jig when they hear that we're moving. My kid is expensive, and he lowers the standardized test scores. And our new town will be pissed off that we're arriving on their doorstep. Fuckers.