Jacob Kinglisten, your site isn't going to code itself

Around midnight of last night, the wife and I are almost in the throes of deep sleep when I get a call from Carlos, my brother-in-law: My sister is sick--they're going to the emergency room. Thanks to the H1N1 pandemic, non-sick children aren't allowed inside the emergency ward, so Molly and I drive across town to meet Carlos at the hospital, keeping my two nephews company in the lobby while Carlos goes behind the scenes.