I will keep the plates all spinning

So... evidence is that Soren's got thrush, from his Advair (which is essential for his breathing), and odds are good that severe acid reflux is connecting to it. This has been determined by a jaunt to the ER last night; I'm about to head out and drop off prescriptions for him, then do a little shopping, including ice pops for Jane, who is in the forty-eight hours of only clear liquids before the colon cancer surgery Monday.

I still have hopes of writing more this month, but there are going to be a whole mess of things that suck up my time and energy. Wish me luck.