I meant no disregard for the seriousness of children (or good friends of mine) with food allergies. I apologize for those I've offended and hope you'll let this one slide. All the way down the pile of rubble I'm building here. It is where I put it and without inspecting each stone, I'm letting it find it's spot on the angle of repose. That angle where all my own frustrations and delights alike can settle--come to rest. I mean no ill will. And neither does Dr. Gooch, who in fact reported to me the cases he's seen where allergic reactions in children, "Can be a bad deal." He, of course, always aims to stick up for his girl though, who, "wouldn't hurt a fly." Really.
So, I'm sorry. I hope I haven't repelled you for good, like a plate full of peanuts.
In the meantime, we're entertaining some premium guests here (Nana and Papa). A frigid run followed by some Irish oatmeal started our day. Lucy got a gashed finger in the screen door a la Seth and Craig is snug in bed after a night shift in the ED. Before the freeze came I got the tulip bulbs in the ground and hope we'll be in another house when they finally bloom.
We've got a full day planned once the Dr. emerges. Merry Holidays to you!