Now: San Antonio, at the awesome Educause Learning Initiative conference, which begins midday Monday. My flight on ExpressJet was awesome. The plane itself made me feel a bit claustrophobic, but two colleagues happened to be on the same late-night flight, and the flight attendant sat down and chatted with us for about half the flight, and she was delightful--so much so that I'll be writing a letter to ExpressJet. She's studying to be a pilot, which I find awesome.
I'm up waaaay too late, but I can't sleep because my ears haven't yet popped from the plane trip. My ears really hurt. I really shouldn't fly when I have a head cold.
Why I really shouldn't be flying: Yesterday (Saturday) we had Lucas in the ER because he was having trouble breathing. Ends up he has a touch of pneumonia. I slept on his floor last night to keep track of his wheezing. Mr. Trillwing is a saint for agreeing to take care of the boy while he convalesces.
The ER was overcrowded, so we were put on a bed and a couple of chairs in the hallway. This was actually much better than our usual room because it was hard for the nurses and doctors to ignore us. After a mere three hours, we had our x-rays and prescriptions and were on our way home.
One of the prescriptions was for albuterol. Ever tried to get a 2-year-old to use an inhaler? Mr. Trillwing is good at it. I am not.
Did I mention my ears hurt really, really badly?