

My mother recently had hip surgery so she wasn't very mobile, and Laila is still not allowed to do a lot of her usual physical activities since she's recovering from her surgery, so this was a very low-key visit. Nana read some books to Laila, Laila rode her tricycle around their house--still pushing off the floor, not pedaling, despite our attempts to teach her how to pedal--I went on a walk with Laila and Poppa, and we watched Frog and Toad. Since Nana couldn't prep a full dinner, we ordered Thai food the first night and ate that and Poppa barbecued some fish and hamburgers the second day. We mostly stayed in the whole weekend, and Laila didn't even throw any tantrums about not being able to go jump on the trampoline. It was nice and low-key.
The one external thing we did was visit
Nana's restrictions end in May, just before Laila's. It'll be a long wait for both of them but hopefully they recover okay.
So last night, right before bed,
At 8:45 p.m. we checked in.
At 10:30 p.m. they took her vitals and a respiratory illness swab.
At 11:45 p.m. they took us back to a room.
At 12:15 a.m. a doctor came and asked us what the problem was.
At 12:30 a.m. they took her vitals again
At 1:30 a.m. they they took a blood sample and a more comprehensive respiratory swab
At 1:45 a.m. she fell asleep.
at 3:00 a.m. a doctor came back and told us based on the blood sample and the swab...she had a cold and needed rest and fluids.

So we all went home and went to sleep, and
I keep forgetting to post about this: we've been troubleshooting the "missing notifications" problem for the past few days. (Well, I say "we", really I mean Mark and Robby; I'm just the amanuensis.) It's been one of those annoying loops of "find a logical explanation for what could be causing the problem, fix that thing, observe that the problem gets better for some people but doesn't go away completely, go back to step one and start again", sigh.
Mark is hauling out the heavy debugging ordinance to try to find the root cause. Once he's done building all the extra logging tools he needs, he'll comment to this entry. After he does, if you find a comment that should have gone to your inbox and sent an email notification but didn't, leave him a link to the comment that should have sent the notification, as long as the comment itself was made after Mark says he's collecting them. (I'd wait and post this after he gets the debug code in but I need to go to sleep and he's not sure how long it will take!)
We're sorry about the hassle! Irregular/sporadic issues like this are really hard to troubleshoot because it's impossible to know if they're fixed or if they're just not happening while you're looking. With luck, this will give us enough information to figure out the root cause for real this time.
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When we walked in I overheard the waitress speaking Japanese, which was a good sign. And then when we all got our miso soup and Laila accidentally spilled hers with how excited she was, the waitress didn't clean it up or even bring us any napkins, which was extremely weird. I have no idea what was going through her head.
It didn't get on anyone but it was all over the table, but the trays with our meal just got put on top of it. It was really odd. When my meal--saba shioyaki, salted mackerel--came too, I was also a bit skeptical:

Looks pretty basic, right? I paid $24 for this? And that was my main through until I took a bite of the fish and all doubt melted away. The fish had a crispy skin wrapped around a deliciously-juicy interior, with enough salt to complement the flavor without totally overpowering it. It was the best saba shioyaki I've ever had, so good that I forgive the kind of scanty offerings for the 三菜 and I'll definitely go again. It's only a ten minute walk from my work so it's not hard to get to either.
Need to try the bentō like









