Max lost weight this week so we’re headed back to the hospital tomorrow for more testing. Luckily, the four ice cream shops on my block are happy to meet my stress-eating needs. Also helping: the fancy chocolate shop across the street, a freezer drawer filled with really excellent-quality German sausages that can only truthfully be described as cheese-filled hot dogs, and, for some reason, all the Oreos I can find.

More to come after tomorrow’s fasting and tubing and CT scanning (for Max) and chocolate and worrying and more chocolate (for me).