I'm going back for a re-crunching on Thursday. No way was one session going to take care of half a year's worth of tension. But I do feel better, and can even turn my head to the left, which is an improvement.
Tonight was The Boy's open house. I had no idea. My mom happened to check his red folder - the one they send home every Tuesday with all the announcements and assignments - and there was a flyer for it. Gosh, that would have been something useful for them to send home last week, don't you think? He was very excited, and showed us the fish tank, and the tank with the walking sticks, and where he sits, and all the work he did last week. His teacher recognized Middle Daughter, even though she was in a different class. The Boy likes her (the teacher) a lot, even though she calls the class "My Babies". The way she says it, it's not an insult.
Afterwards, we went out to dinner, since it was too late to cook. So much for the five pounds I was going to try to lose before I leave for Vegas next week. Sometimes, ya just gotta splurge.
I'm too tired to wrap this up with anything clever. *Insert your own punchline here*