I can’t quite put my thumb on it…

We slept in Sunday morning.  It’s so quiet up at Sarah’s parents (their house is essentially in the woods) that both Kelly and I sleep very well when we are up there.  Once we got up, we lounged around for a while, and then Michael made breakfast and the six of us managed to consume to loafs of French toast, as well as bacon, fruit and other comestibles.

Sarah’s father showed us a baby changing table that they have in their garage and that we can use for Zachary when he arrives.  They are going to bring it down to us on one of their visits.

Eventually, we gathered up our things (minus the dog, who was staying up in NJ for a few weeks) and climbed into the car for the drive home.  It was a relatively uneventful drive save for two things:

First, we stopped in Yardley, PA, to have lunch with Ian and Jan and see their new baby, a real cutie and very-well behaved.  (I think all babies are well-behaved around Kelly.)  Lunch was nice.  I had a BLT (my bacon craving from the morning carried over) and some tequila-spiked chicken soup.

Second, we hit massive traffic in Delaware, which is always a mystery to me.  We pass through something like 11 miles of the state and the tollbooth they erected before entering Maryland seems forces all eleven miles into a knot of traffic.

As we arrived back at Sarah’s I noticed that I had lost all feeling on the inside of my right thumb. It freaked me out a little bit, but after some reassurances from Kelly, it’s like a repetitive stress injury.  I’d been having some burning pains in my thumb since last week, when I was churning out 500+ slides in preparation for my training sessions.  I’m going to try and schedule an appointment with my doctor for late this week.  I the meantime, I’m taking Advil regularly to reduce the swelling.

We were back home before 7 pm.

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