Yes, people, we’re a multi-thermometer family.

It’s 5:30 Monday afternoon and I’d like to send my best wishes from Howdygram headquarters, where Sam has been certifiably not conscious in the family room since we finished lunch at 11:30 this morning. He’s still pretty damn sick with whatever he caught in California last week — today is Day Six already — and this morning his temperature was 95.8°, which we checked twice with different thermometers. (Yes, people, we’re a multi-thermometer family.) I just hope Sam wakes up in time for his doctor appointment tomorrow morning.