:(

Our office secretary was just informed via telephone that her son, who has been fighting in Iraq, has been seriously injured. He is being flown out somewhere for surgery. That's all we know.

I knew he was out there. I had helped her carry big care packages to the post office twice before. I even knew he wasn't exactly in the safest part of town -- they were getting attacked in one way or another at least once a day. Still, the news made my stomach sink.

One of the scientists drove her to the train station, where she's meeting up with a friend, who will take her home. She wasn't in good shape.

Fear and Loathing of the Caribbean

I think the anticipation had raised my hopes too much. Still good, though.