After last Thursday's excursion in blogcasting awesomeness, I received a call from Central Washington Hospital in Wenatchee, Washington, (my hometown) informing me that my father had been admitted after having fallen down the previous day and remained on the floor until he was found that afternoon. He didn't suffer any broken bones, but he was diagnosed with possible spinal meningitis. This is why I found myself in Wenatchee over the weekend, yesteday, into today, and probably most of this week, just in time for the national headline-grabbing Sleepy Hollow wildfires. The times, personally and politically speaking, could stand to be a bit less "interesting" for my tastes. And that's without remote location-induced technical difficulties.
So climb back into the Wayback Machine (again) as we attempt (again) to revisit a podcast from (nominally) better days. And, of course, your prayers for my dad are deeply appreciated. After all, the MRI turned out just fine.
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