When I signed in to blogger I noticed that I have just hit 600 posts. So here is post number six hundred and one.
Iyyar's surgery is scheduled for tomorrow morning; we have to leave at 6:30 am to get there at 7:30 for surgery at 9:10. I wish he'd gotten to bed earlier, but it was hard with Purim.
I think I'm packed; the food is in the fridge, but everything else is in two bags on a kitchen chair. Carseat in kitchen. Iyyar's blankie, a few books, Grover, and the fireman that is a present from his morah are all in his backpack (or as he puts it, pack-pack.) I'm bringing my laptop and some Sesame Street DVDs, which should come in handy. I'm not bringing overnight clothes for me; I'm going to have to come home tomorrow evening to nurse Avtalyon, and either Abba will spend the night at the hospital or I'll grab what I need and go back.
I should be editing a speech, but I really really really can't concentrate. I should probably just go to bed.