Jeff couldn’t go to the family dinner at Caspell Junction because of both press of work and feeling punk, and Keith didn’t make it home from work until two minutes before I called a cab and left. Katie fixed a plate for Jeff though, and he devoured it as soon as I got home.
I got to see Ryker, hold him, rock him while he was fussy and Katie was prepping food.
Paul seems to be doing reasonably well.
