Just chatted with the dear little man- he's actually feeling pretty chipper and plans to go to work tomorrow, as it's closer to the hospital than is his home! He seems to be taking care of himself, and was going to toddle off to bed after we said goodbye.

So, no Nurse Ratchett. This time. But she's watching you, Micca!



(he did seem to feel that the prospect of the collective wrath of several female Mudcatters at his bedside was daunting enough to merit continued good behavior as a preventative!)