I'm feeling much better, so I cleaned the house, got a haircut, played with the boys, and told Poo to do the laundry. That's about as close to being a good father/husband as I get.
On the good father/husband scale, I would score only about 3 out of 100 on the California meter, but Poo puts up with me and the boys love me, and that's all that matters.
Now I'm ready to fly to Nepal.
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