Steve, here, Ian’s next-bigger brother. Ian picked up the phone at the farmhouse just long enough to ask me to fill in, and then he fell back into bed.
I missed it again, but Ian’s traditional Jartacular Memorial Day bacchanalia was, according to the Mom, a great success. This year, the event roughly coincided with Ian’s birthday, and there were three babies among the 40-or-so friends in attendance. I’m sure Ian has lots of photos and a full report coming here soon.
Alas, not long after the partyers parted, Ian perhaps unwisely extracted from the refrigerator and consumed some lobster bisque that may or may not have been a couple of days old. By Monday evening, he was laid low by several rather unpleasant symptoms we won’t go into in detail.
He seems to be on the mend and will be back here tomorrow, we hope.