Well, we’re home sooner than we expected.  Now we can just adjust to Type 1.  Which involves lots of needles.  And I like needles about as much as Señor Drumpf likes blacks.  Or Muslims.  Or Mexicans.  Or women.  Or the truth.  Or tasteful decor.

Anyway, still don’t know when the next post will be (obviously) as we adjust to life with a lot, lot less fruit juice and toast.  Thanks to everyone who wished him well.  It was a few frightening and tiring days.