This song came unprompted to my Sunday morning psyche after spending a couple of days in San Jose on an audit this week with Ken Law and Moritz. During the entire time I was gone, Andi was in the hospital recovering from a second round of pancreatitis, which, because it’s sober January, was maybe because a cold virus seemed to have gotten into her every organ. So Nabs and Bruno were taken care of by Debi, who was gracious and helpful as always. After a chill winter Saturday shoveling snow and organizing the study (and getting frozen yogurt with Nabs after dinner and watching Parasite with Andi after that), it’s back to NYC again this afternoon. Go Pack!
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