Well, little fritter is back home.  I just saw a picture of him in his bathtub at home.  I believe that he was wearing his ear thingys.  I thought that he couldn't get them wet.  I'll have to ask Shelli about that tomorrow.  It was a serious thing for him, but apparently he took it all in stride like it was no big deal.  He went home 'with oxygen', but still he seems to have skipped the terrible 4th and 5th days of the SVR run. I know that I don't see him everyday, but I think of him as a tough little cookie, and I can't wait for him to get bigger and just watch him as he grows up.  My day was okay.  I did have work to do, and tomorrow looks even better.  I'm just trying to keep on top of it all.  I just feel blessed to have a job where I can work and then stop whenever I feel tired and take a reading break or even a short nap break and then just walk downstairs to get back to work.  There are things that I have given up to have what I have, and if I had it all to do over I might do it differently.  But I avoid that kind of thinking and try to just deal with what is.  What might have been is a no win place to go.  Time to end my day and almost time for a new month.  Just 150 more push ups and it'll be March.