So the kids didn’t have any problems.

My dinner last night didn’t sit well, and I ended up having odd nightmares. The first one was a short, balding man in a turtleneck (George Costanza perhaps?) telling me that I was fired. The second had something to do with shooting guns at people. Or maybe zombies. I don’t know. It was about 10°F warmer as well. Ah, well, dinner at Ringside is worth it.