Took a small break from my vacation to find and deliver a needle in a haystack. Actually, it was a small part for the track lighting in the kitchen remodel I had just handed off to Toph and Aaron. A part I had lost. And the internet was telling me that the manufacturer was no longer in business. Okay, a needle in a haystack might actually be easier to find.

Amazingly, in the lighting store in town, the lovely Russian salesman found me one in an old, opened box in the back. In fact, it was the only one in the box, and as far as he knew the only one in the store. Take THAT, haystack!

I promptly took it to the jobsite so there was no chance of losing it again. The kitchen looks amazing, by the way. Toph and Aaron have made great progress.

These T-shirts were designed and created by my dear friend Elizabeth Ross:

She brought them to the fundraiser and gave them away. They were a huge hit. We made another for Dr. Kirkwood and one for her chief resident who will be assisting her during the operation. And yes, folks, we are planning on making more.

Wound down the eat-a-thon with an incredibly delicious dinner at Serpentine (the lovely Erin’s other restaurant) with Kaki, Dillon, Ma, my brother Jimmy, Dave Streitfeld, and Cal. The dinner was wonderful except for this awkward moment we caught Cal an Ma in…

As Cal types this, it is striking midnight, and the food-a-thon has ended. We’re off to the hospital tomorrow to evict my unwelcome guest and kick him to the curb.

I would like to sum up my feelings right now with a single photo. Me and Dillon. I am 21 years old. He is 26 hours old.

Good night, people.