Ah, the joys of modern technology...tempered, of course, by the fact that it's in the hospital emergency room that I'm enjoying it.

I have my laptop and I'm feeding off the ER's guest wireless while Child and I wait for the verdict on her injured foot. We were playing Ultimate Frisbee at a nerd-club (Quark) social when Child and some guy went up for the Frisbee at the same time. Child came down with it, but her foot was unhappy with the position it found itself in, and made the fact known with large, shooting pains.

So now Child's mom is reading a "Health" (what else?) magazine, Child is devising new excuses to take the bag of ice off her foot, and I'm sitting here wondering what you need a 16" cotton swab for.

I probably don't want to know.