Or how I learned to stop worrying and love the bomb.

If I understand the diagnosis correctly, it turns out that Erin has epidemic pleurodynia, also rather unsettlingly known as Devil’s Grip. This is a viral inflamation of the lining around the lungs and outside of making it painful her to cough, laugh, or breath deeply, it shouldn’t be a big deal and should resolve itself within a week. Normal treatment is Motrin, but since she’s with child, she’s just gonna have to tough it out. When they said motherhood wasn’t for wimps, they weren’t kidding.

So Erin’s marginally worse off today, Jonah’s doing OK, and I’m marginally better. I’ve got a full plate scheduled for the weekend and presently plan on finishing the lot of it. We’ll see how I feel tomorrow.

Jonah’s fortune at tonight’s Chinese dinner: “Your capacity for methodical thinking is great.” Erin and I thought this was pretty funny.

Oh, and speaking of the Devil….