Kyle got sick starting Saturday and developed a need for supportive care at the hospital. The timing is typical for our family. I have a plane ticket to the Bahamas for 6:00 am tomorrow. Guess who isn't going? I get to vacation in the hospital room. White sand beaches versus white sterile gloves. Hmmm. Don't ask what I think, but here is Kyle's perspective:
I need to get to the far corner of the room. Behind the bed. Under blanket with iPad...

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