…drilled over 4,000ft into the earth’s mantle…

No, they didn’t.

You might be surprised how much this means to me. But maybe not - you reached out in the first place and seem to have knowledge of this type of trouble. But thanks.

Meanwhile…

My wife is going through chemo for colon cancer.

Her aunt is living with us. She has Parkinsons.

The company I work for has been purchased by a competitor. No one is sure which department gets fired first.

My 80+ year old mom just had gallbladder surgery.

My 79 year old aunt just found out she needs spine surgery. I think she’d never survive it.

…and we still find ways to laugh. Being old and having lots of familiarity with death and grief helps. Perspective. All things fail. We fall short. And that’s OK.

Way too thin. Only 4 possible foods with vomiting if he tried anything else. Plus associated co-symptoms.

Therapist and nutritionist have been HUGE help.

My son is 14. He has ARFID, and a therapist.

And Steve Irwin.

I was on long bay in Tortola in 1999 for Lenny. Beachfront cabins. Sounded like a freight train just out the door. 75-mile-an-hour coconuts were a hazard. We had no Internet, phones were out. Similarly surreal, though. Water was scarce, and milk was unobtainable, but rum was super cheap and plentiful - so we had it on our cornflakes.

Slackware. About 1994 or so.

If you can find a new one. They are $45+ on ebay used. None of the usual US sellers has any.