Letters to Myself

For those of you curious about such matters, the fridge repair was simple enough. 'Twasn't the ice demon at all, but a simple iron golem that had been overwhelmed by one too many visitors from the Quasi-Plane of Electricity. Fifteen minutes, and boom, we're back.

As for tomorrow, we must awaken at the Crack of Yawn to head out to the hospital. On the bright side, by the time most of you wake up in the morning, he'll be totally tubular. Wish us luck.