Wouldn’t you know that my Linux box — with a runtime of 200+ days — would choose this morning to puke and die, the same morning that was my very first as an attending on the clinical pediatric oncology service of my new hospital. As it played out, the server died at around 4:10 this morning, I left the house at around 6:30 without realizing it, and it wasn’t until Shannon sent me a message at around 10:00 that I had the “oh, f*@$” moment. It was a weird crash, but it’s back up and running (as this posting will attest!). Sorry about that!