Warning: nothing of technical interest in this entry. I'm taking the "diary" nomenclature seriously this time.
So the same night Evan Lenz tells me his brother broke his arm snowboarding, and a couple of days after Lori's friend Heather was telling her about a pressure cast she'd got for a broken ankle, Osi decided to do an apocryphal Lionel Johnson down the stairs. One trip to the urgent care and a pressure cast for a hairline break later he seems to be doing quite well. It is distressing as a parent to reflect that I've never broken any bones in 30 years and under my watch the nipper did the trick before he was three. Oh yeah, jinx factor number 3: the date was the 13th, though not Friday.
Also, the car manufacturer decided, after four long months, to finally send back the CDs from a cartridge that had got stuck in the player. Nice to have Indigo Girls Become You again ("It took a... long time toooo..."). And Musiq's Juslissen, and Ska down her way. And, of course, Thomas the Tank Engine's Roundhouse Rhythms.
Random thought: most of the world likes to play chess. A handful prefer to clear the entire board at whim with a sweep of the hand and call inexplicable "check". These have always included Iran, Iraq, North Korea, Cuba, Afghanistan, and most sub-Saharan African countries. Seems the US has joined these ranks for some reason, and if we aren't having the rarest bit of fun with Iraq and Korea.
Anyway, enough gas. I have an heap o' work to do.