Well, Shannon fell down last night and broke his wrist - it's a buckle fracture, very small, but it's there. Poor little guy. I'm just glad that both Marie and I were home when it happened, because either one of us on our own might have convinced ourselves not to take him in.
I'm hitting the job search pretty hard right now, because I'm A) having expense troubles, and B) sick and bloody tired of travelling. I've registered and submitted my resume to tons of places, so now it's just a matter of waiting and seeing what happens.