Let's just say the last 72 hours have been very interesting. After a great weekend in Chicago with Jennie, Mom, and Dana, my drive home was a disaster. Greta cried, Oliver cried. (I drove up and back with a girlfriend and her son.) We stopped outside Merrillville at a Dairy Farm. We saw a baby cow being born. (pictures later). I woke up at 2 am on Monday, puking and feeling like I was having a heart attack. 8 hours later, I'm home from the hospital, not puking, but now Dana is puking. Oh, and on a final note, I might have hepatitis. Good times.