Late-night family emergency.

So, I made my first post, and not soon after I almost completely forgot about this site. I must say it's kind of a novelty to have my own domain name. I'll do something about making it more personal soon.

Today was... interesting. You'll notice that I typed this blog entry late at night. That's because I had to pick my nephew Mike up from the ER. His wife called me at eight, sounding really embarrassed and generally stressed-out, not that I can blame her. Mike had been in a car accident, and although the airbag deployed just fine, he hurt his hand because he was holding the wheel like a cocky 17-year-old. I know because he drove me home once before. Once. Only once.

Poor Mike was thoroughly spooked by something-- something about the night marchers. Aren't old people like me supposed to believe in night marchers? Mike is fifteen years younger than me.

I guess I shouldn't have been surprised; Mike thinks the world's going to end in 2012. He didn't exactly freak out in the car, but he did that thing of his where he acts like he has something of utmost importance to say.

Actually, if Mike thinks the world's going to end in 2012... why does he put so much money away for retirement?